Woke up this morning, <br />outside I beheld <br />a wonderful sight. <br />Jack Frost had been around <br />and everything was white. <br />It might have been cold, <br />but I didn’t care. <br />You could see your breath <br />freezing in the morning air. <br />Out came the scraper <br />to get the frost of the car, <br />still it was a wonderful sight <br />seeing Jack Frost’s handy work <br />and everything white.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-was-white/
