Til We Hear The Final Crack Poem by Francie Lynch

On the coldest day
We'll try ice-fishing,
In warm huts
Without winter's sting.

On the snowiest day
We'll try ski-doing
Through bare woods
Leaf-thick in spring.

On clear winter days
Try ice-parachuting,
Skate on ponds,
Wiggle like angels
On our lawns.

Don't sit inside
And fret and mope,
Grab a sled,
Hit the slopes.
Winter activities
Help us cope
Til we break
Winter's back.
Yes,
Til we hear
The final crack.