Too Much Snow
by Louis Jenkins
Unlike the Eskimos we only have one word for snow but we have a
modifiers for that word. There is too much snow, which, unlike rain,
immediately run off. It falls and stays for months. Someone wished for
snow. Someone got a deal, five cents on the dollar, and spent the
fortune. It's the simple solution, it covers everything. We are never
with the arrangement of the snow so we spend hours moving the snow from
place to another. Too much snow. I box it up and send it to family and
(read the rest of the poem at The Writer's Almanac)
There's no such thing as too much snow if you're a teacher buried in an avalanche of grading, planning, and data to be analyzed so you can better plan and design assessments to be graded and analyzed and used to inform further instruction.
And, yes, someone wished for this snow. A whole lot of someones, in fact, both shorter and taller. It's nice when, every now and then, wishes do come true!
Happy Snow Day! Check out the Poetry Friday roundup at A Teaching Life, hosted by Tara.