The Snowdrop

This is a poem about snowdrops

The Snowdrop

"Where are the snowdrops?" said the sun
"Dead," said the frost,
"Buried and lost
Everyone."
"A foolish answer," said the sun
"They did not die,
Asleep they lie
Everyone
And I will awake them
I, the sun, into the light
All clad in white
Everyone."

I think this poem was written by Pádraic Pearse an Irish patriot who fought in the 1916 Rising.

Our First Snowdrop

Today is the 11th of Fedruary, another Monday morning. The weather is fine, the sun is still trying to find its way through the clouds. We have just come in from sos which was fun. We were playing soccer on the pitch. When we were coming in we were happy to see our first snowdrop had popped up. I have taken a picture for you to see.