WEN: 4F3003
Exhibitor Name: austin nicolas
Division: Creative Writing--
Class: 03 Poetry (13-17 y
A Walk in the Snow
My sister Anika goes to a college named Reed, Cheapest way to bring the family is by car, For Nana, coming with us is a need, Refuses to fly so her grandkids aren’t far. I wanted to drive, I did have my permit, Yet when driving on freeways, I did not feel secure, So we had only two drivers who would go for it, Back then highway’s had quite an allure.
To travel so far took a time quite long, As we sat in the car, boredom we felt, With a GPS no turn was wrong, To put on snow tires, in the snow we knelt.
The wind began to howl and rage, Fresh snow was a glimmering white,
Outside, the temperature was not hard to gauge, Snow tires on, back in the car to prevent frostbite.
We drove on with the heater cranked up, Those without seat heaters gave a jealous glare, I looked out the window, hoped it would let up, With this weather, could we get there? Only one lane in use, traffic was bad, We moved but in an inch in an hour, The family seemed ready to go raving mad, Warnings of danger from a radio tower. Then Nana spoke up, after being quite quiet, She said, “could I go out for a walk,” She said, “could I go out for a walk,” If we didn’t let her out would she start a riot? For a second we all just stared in shock. Except for Anika, not known for her hearing, Then Nana said, “go get my walker,” She might as well grab a sheep for shearing, Mom said, “it’s okay she’s just a talker”.
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