Only Snow – a poem by Allan Ahlberg

I don’t think anything excites Brits, weather-wise, more than snow. There’s a sense of awe and wonder when it first arrives – quickly followed by panic-buying and a media-frenzy that puts us to shame. I love this poem by Allan Ahlberg which captures beautifully the yearning children have to be out it it, instead of stuck in the classroom.  

Only Snow

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