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Question: Do you miss a good old fashioned snowball fight!?
Snowballs
In iceland also called dakotaland,
snowballs were indeed a rarity!.
Hard to scrunch some frozen ice!
But when those rare days arrived
when moisture,snow and temps were right,
the snowball wars would indeed commence!
Now a snowball is a wondrous work of art,
gathered lovingly in mittened hands!.
Scrunched just so and rolled around
until the perfect missled orb was formed!.
No beast or man or spectator spared
when the wars began; be brave or run!
It was with that perfect orb one day
that I landed the bullseye of bulleyes;
a direct strike to the head I did!
Unfortunately it was a spectator,
my own classmate, her tears were real!.
So that afternoon as she sported a red welt
I sported a tired hand, writing!.!.!.
I am sorry, I am sorry!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
When I was but a lad, not more than six or seven,
It snowed so much that schools were closed, for us it was like heaven!.
There were no trucks to plow the roads and some drifts were ten feet tall!.
But we went out to ski and slide, snow bothered us not at all!.
Then back to the house, at half past three the sky already dark!.
We spoke in awe of that pure white sea, then an uncle did remark,
"You think that this is something!? I remember the blizzard of '88!."
He's long, long gone, I'm the old one now, and it's become my fate
As I get close to Heaven
To talk of The Great Snowball Fight of the blizzard of '47!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
It is only with the second I am sorry that the child is shown to be human, and the poem becomes real, the tears real, the emotions--first joy, then excitement, then thrill of victory, then pain and then remorse--become real!. Yes, it is the second I am sorry that finishes this poem, perfectly, like the echoing, ringing bell at the end of recess, the end of childhood joy!. And is it perhaps that which the poet is sorry for!? Hmm!.!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Snowball fights are wonderful!. The best one I was ever in was in Albuquerque, New Mexico, more years ago than I care to admit!.
We had opposing forces on either side of a street and everyone was a target as well as a marksman! I remember one car that got hit about 30 times passing through this no man's land!. The driver took exception, stopped his car and got out to chew on us!. He got hit immediately with about ten snowballs, got back in his car and boogied!.
Great fun!. I miss them!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
OH! yes, I am happy you were sorry, or you would have ruined my
image of Neonboy!.!.!.!.!.!. Wet mittens and freezing finger nails, chapped cheeks, snow filled boots, only a child could enjoy, running nose wiped on a sleeve,yikes!.
Autumn, brought tomato fights, what a mess, how could I get involved
in that once upon a time! (Should I run away from home or
take Ma's scholding, the scholding)
Fun, Fun, poem, the season is touching you, good news!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
great story Neon!. its so true of it going sour sometimes!.
we still have them, and the rule is they have to nice ones, no head shots!.
then we make a giant ball and roll it over a volunteer!.!.!.love that part! haha!
then my hands are frozen by then and i need a hot something!.
the games change for how the snow is for sure!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
No, I don't miss them!.!.!.we have snow now and my son and I have had our yearly snowball fight already!. Your poem is cute, and causes me to smile as I recall!. Thank you!Www@QuestionHome@Com
Ah, memories!. Who doesn't love a good snowball fight!?! Beautifully described!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
I still can have one!. Even though I hate to get pelted with one!. But since you said that you are a grown up and miss it!. I think I well start playing more!Www@QuestionHome@Com
Snowballs are cool!.
You hit someone in the head by accident!.
You got in trouble!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
You said "orb" :) Next time I launch orbs from my balcony I'm going to yell "orbs"!.!.!. simply to scare the tourists!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Never did like snowball fights!. I like your poetic story, though!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
yes,has good memories,no cares just a typical child!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
No!. I always used to get the worst of it!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
If you wrote that yourself, I congratulate you sir!. A very good read!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
They are fun, as long as no one is hurt, need to stay clear of you!. I throw snowballs at my dogs!. Good story/poem!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Dakotaland when you taking me there hun!. i love Ball games~]Www@QuestionHome@Com
No!. especially with BOYS cuz they like to compact their snowballs!.
ouchh!. =[Www@QuestionHome@Com
yessss, reminds me of the good old 90's :(Www@QuestionHome@Com
yes i doWww@QuestionHome@Com
no!Www@QuestionHome@Com
i never had one,but i would like to try!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Ahh!.!.!.Just like back home in!.!.!.New Orleans!?!?!? LOLWww@QuestionHome@Com
Growing up in Canada I hated the snow
My Grand-mother would yell-"Get on your coat and out you go"
By the time I had put on extra socks and mitts
And a padded vest so I wouldn't freeze off my
I would slowly poke my nose out the door
And immediately drop to the veranda floor!.
As a big snowball past my head would rip
Then on the top of my head, I would get a clip!.
Those nasty boys across the lane
Oh they were nothing but a pain
I wouldn't let them get the best of me
I'd hide behind the big old maple tree!.
Slowly I'd form snow to a ball the size of a melon
Straight throw, hit head,heard "Your Grandma I'm telling"
Harry Smith I had hit right in the nose
The blood was dripping, I immediately froze!.
My grand-ma came out, grabbed me by the neck
Told me I had to stay in, do you think I gave a heck!.
Inside was warm,cozy and I could read a book
Going outside in the cold, I was off the hook!.Www@QuestionHome@Com