The Game Goes On
Ian, Age 12, Austin, TX

Shimmering, glistening,
And reflecting the sun's light,
As I make the snowball.
Crunching loudly,
When I pack the snow.

Breaking into pieces,
As it flies through the air.
Sparkles in the sun's radiance,
As it bursts into a myriad
Of light on my Dad's back.
Slides lightly to the ground,
As my dad turns around.

Frozen in icicles on trees,
While I run to hide.
Softly crunching underfoot,
When I sprint,
To dodge dad's snowballs.

Snow, flies through the air and bursts on target,
To the sound of laughter as the game goes on.

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