'Snow Hole'

Sad and worried about being stuck in a hole
Never found or discovered.
Huddled in your hole,
Just a solid block of ice.
Peeping out into the cold, cold wind, white for miles around.
Lonely. A feeling of depression.
You may never see your family, or be in your home again.
Just a faint blob of red, from your hole.
Who will see THAT?
Down there, it's just a white blur, up there.
Miles up in the distance.
And then.
What's that?
A helicopter!
The noise is coming closer and closer.
'Help!' you mutter but that noise is no more than a whisper.
The noise is coming lower, down towards you.
There is still hope.
You may survive!
The next thing you remember is warmth.
Cosy warmth as gentle hands pass you a steaming bowl of soup.
You try to smile but are too cold.
So you drink it.


This is a poem by H. It was part of an assignment in English (Galore Park) about survival against the odds. I like it because it's the first time she's strayed from 'de da de de da de de da' rhyming poems.