Poem; The worst ever.

I remember the winter of 1947,
It wasn't heaven!
Joyce and I watched the snowflakes
Fall in November, and together
We built a snowman, slid across
The frozen pond, which we were
Fond. But then it went on, day after
Day, icy cold winds, too cold to play.
Trying to walk to school was only
For fools, Mum would not allow
A day off, said it would do us good,
Make us of sterner stuff.
I remember the snow coming over
My boots, and my bare legs red
With cold, I was ten years old.
I fell into a snow drift and sat
There and cried, and when I got
To school I tried to hide
My wet clothes, and my worn out
Mac I hung on the wrack.
"Stupid child!" Miss Groves said,
"No one else has arrived, However,
I am not surprised."
I remember one morning in the New
Year, Joyce and I looked out, and
Without a doubt the snow had blocked
Our door and window out.
Dad was mad, "Give me the shovel, Kath,
I have to get to work, I can't afford
To shirk." Well, believe it or not,
He tunnelled his way out, and struggled
Off up the hill, a figure almost lost
From sight, his determination was to fight.
And the snow kept falling, we ran out
Of fuel, Jeff and John made an igloo
And played the fool.
I remember the day it went away,
It was May. The struggle over that winter
Was over, as Mum said, "It was not
A bed of clover!"