I'm 14 and I have written this poem and would like your opinion on it! Thanks!
Winters past
A frost of new came into view as I turned toward the light!. Smoke from every chimney top gave me pure delight!. The mornings shine on every pine twinkling through and through!. I stepped into the deep white snow and almost lost my shoe!. I stared afar from a hilltop, at a city that had grown, from a single piece of farmland I had once so fondly known!. I played a top this very hill, a youthful joy of mine!. Until the day Sally Hayes pushed me from behind!. I tread across the icy ground to a cottage not far away!. I cleared the glass from my past but had to step away!. A child with eyes alight and two cheeks of gleaming rose was peeking back through the glass right in front of my nose!. At once I thought to look away, how rude it was to stare!. But I found it hard to part with the child I had once been there!. I soon began to notice the child looked like me, and then the whole house took life filtered by my memory!. Mother, father standing there, speaking of the news!. Brother, sister fighting fair, then running ‘bout the rooms!. But as the house came to life the child went to play!. I took a jagged breath, as he quickly fled away!. Just in time to watch my vivid recollection simply slip away!. My ghostly family figures blew right along with the wind, leaving dusty tabletops and cobwebs drifting in!. I trudged back down my hill, hands stuffed in my pockets!. I’d come back another day, this I knew for sure, another trip through my house is exactly what the doctor ordered!.
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