So I made the Quiz Bowl team, which I am overjoyed about. I just realized I started writing these poem when I found out that I might end up moving (which is now all but confirmed) so my brother, who in the span of three seconds became a psychologist, said this is my way of dealing with it. Maybe thats why I have trouble making even mildy happy poems...


I've always been here

I'm always near

You can't see me

But, I guess that's the way it'll be

I make the wind blow

Around all the snow

You walk right through me

But, that's the way it must be

To you I am not there

I can't touch you, not even a hair

I make snow that glistens in the light

I instigate snowball fights

I make snow days

So you get the chance to play

But still, you do not see me

I guess that's the way it should be

I've been alone for years

Please open up your ears

And listen to me

Why is this the way it must be?