First Snow
Original Poem
By: Rebecca Nowack

Written: 5/20/03

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Stalking around the room,
lecturing as she travels
across the confinement
of twenty-three young scholars.
eyeing their work
and stopping before the portal
leading to their escape.
"Guess what it's doing outside?"
the instructor asks,
a kind smile gracing her stern face.
In one moment,
chaos breaks loose
from restraining rules
of teachers and principals.
Twenty-three nine and ten year-old students
rush out the door
in a hurried blob
to catch the first, falling flakes of snow.

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Rebecca Nowack
chaya311
AIM: chaya311
"Logic is for those who cannot create their own realities."

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Wendy: I had no idea all this was going on.
Dave: I did!
Wendy: (with heavy sarcasm) I'm sure you did. Resident genius and
psychologist that you are.
(My favorite lines from I play I did.)