Winter Blues

The world has turned into a land
With no more sea, and no more sand,
Nothing but ice, nothing but cold,
Where have gone the warm days of old?

The birds have all took off and fled,
As we watch the skies, filled with dread,
For days that will come soon to pass
Where we must shovel, not cut the grass.

It takes more time to move around
And where we go, "Crunch!" is the sound.
We plan next year to take a trip
Watch out! The ice! Slow down! Don't slip!

Now on my back I see the sky,
Gaze up with pain and wonder why
The sun shines bright, yet its so cold!
Where have gone the warm days of old?

This poem is iambic tetra meter. There are rhymes;
1. land, sand, cold, old, fled, dread ('d' sounds are repeated)
2. pass, grass ('s' sounds are repeated)
3. around, sound ('d' sounds are repeated)
4. trip, slip ('ip' sounds are repeated)
5. sky, why (y' sounds are repeated)
6. cold, old ('d' sounds are repeated)