Winter Magic
Caelan Vogel
Age 12
Piermont, NH
As the moon rises, the first snowflakes fall, dusting the ground with a beautiful pale glow, sparkling like magic. Soon enough, the ground becomes covered in a thick white blanket. Frost begins to swirl and spread on windows. It paints the glass with beautiful patterns, swirling around each other like vines on a tree. The moon shines through the individual crystals, creating an elaborate masterpiece that even the most skilled artist would envy.
The night continues on, and the soft crunch is heard from deer walking through the once-green meadow. With its tail wrapped around its tiny face, a fox drifts off to dream of mice next spring. An owl’s haunting call echoes through the night.
The sun begins to rise, making the snow appear a dusky orange, like the soft fuzz of a mid-summer peach.
Children wake in their beds and rush to tell their parents of the new snow. Before long, they are rushing out of their houses with sleds in tow. Parents call friends. Reckless pairs of buddies begin to fly down the hill, heading for the homemade jump that's probably not safe.
There is laughter for hours. Jokes are told and the theory of the sled jump not being safe proves to be true.
Finally, after the friends have had a cup of hot cocoa, cheerful goodbyes are said and the children once again fall asleep.
So the cycle continues: the peace of the night, and the play of the day. And so goes winter on a snowy day. As the moon rises, the first snowflakes fall, dusting the ground with a beautiful pale glow, sparkling like magic.
Winter in New England
By Boone Fahey
Age 12
Thetford Center, VT
Most people say that they like summer; well, I like winter. The cold chill, snowflakes in the air falling in slow motion, gliding down like a weightless feather. I love walking up a mountain and seeing squirrels, birds, and snow falling through pine trees. Watching a deer in a field and seeing it jump up and down to get through the thick snow, then seeing a fawn try to follow its mother through the snow.
It is always fun to drive down the road and see kids or your siblings making a snowman, having a snowball fight or sledding downhill with the cold air whipping across their faces. The sting of the snow when it hits your face after you fall down on the mountain. Making a snow sculpture that is taller than you, then trying to knock it down with your friends.
Another great part of late winter is the smell of sap boiling in the sugar houses, such a sweet smell. Sugar houses filled with family and friends laughing, eating, and telling stories about hunting monster bucks and bears.
The best thing is to wake up in the morning and look at the sunrise over the mountains and the reflection off the snow. It makes me think of Christmas, families in their homes with big Christmas trees covered with lights. The peacefulness and feeling of joy makes it truly the most wonderful time of the year.
Wonderful Winter
Ira Crandall
Age 12
Thetford Center, VT
I feel crisp air on my face,
and the clutch of a sister’s hand clinging to me.
I rush down the hill on a sled,
and hear the poof of snow as it falls from a tree.
I hear the scrape of skis as I rush off ice on the mountain,
and the pat-pat of snowshoes as I tread.
Winter is so very nice.
Why do we dread it when this season comes?
Caelan Vogel
Age 12
Piermont, NH
As the moon rises, the first snowflakes fall, dusting the ground with a beautiful pale glow, sparkling like magic. Soon enough, the ground becomes covered in a thick white blanket. Frost begins to swirl and spread on windows. It paints the glass with beautiful patterns, swirling around each other like vines on a tree. The moon shines through the individual crystals, creating an elaborate masterpiece that even the most skilled artist would envy.
The night continues on, and the soft crunch is heard from deer walking through the once-green meadow. With its tail wrapped around its tiny face, a fox drifts off to dream of mice next spring. An owl’s haunting call echoes through the night.
The sun begins to rise, making the snow appear a dusky orange, like the soft fuzz of a mid-summer peach.
Children wake in their beds and rush to tell their parents of the new snow. Before long, they are rushing out of their houses with sleds in tow. Parents call friends. Reckless pairs of buddies begin to fly down the hill, heading for the homemade jump that's probably not safe.
There is laughter for hours. Jokes are told and the theory of the sled jump not being safe proves to be true.
Finally, after the friends have had a cup of hot cocoa, cheerful goodbyes are said and the children once again fall asleep.
So the cycle continues: the peace of the night, and the play of the day. And so goes winter on a snowy day. As the moon rises, the first snowflakes fall, dusting the ground with a beautiful pale glow, sparkling like magic.
Winter in New England
By Boone Fahey
Age 12
Thetford Center, VT
Most people say that they like summer; well, I like winter. The cold chill, snowflakes in the air falling in slow motion, gliding down like a weightless feather. I love walking up a mountain and seeing squirrels, birds, and snow falling through pine trees. Watching a deer in a field and seeing it jump up and down to get through the thick snow, then seeing a fawn try to follow its mother through the snow.
It is always fun to drive down the road and see kids or your siblings making a snowman, having a snowball fight or sledding downhill with the cold air whipping across their faces. The sting of the snow when it hits your face after you fall down on the mountain. Making a snow sculpture that is taller than you, then trying to knock it down with your friends.
Another great part of late winter is the smell of sap boiling in the sugar houses, such a sweet smell. Sugar houses filled with family and friends laughing, eating, and telling stories about hunting monster bucks and bears.
The best thing is to wake up in the morning and look at the sunrise over the mountains and the reflection off the snow. It makes me think of Christmas, families in their homes with big Christmas trees covered with lights. The peacefulness and feeling of joy makes it truly the most wonderful time of the year.
Wonderful Winter
Ira Crandall
Age 12
Thetford Center, VT
I feel crisp air on my face,
and the clutch of a sister’s hand clinging to me.
I rush down the hill on a sled,
and hear the poof of snow as it falls from a tree.
I hear the scrape of skis as I rush off ice on the mountain,
and the pat-pat of snowshoes as I tread.
Winter is so very nice.
Why do we dread it when this season comes?
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