The sunlight shines on silver snow
Whilst cold winds over mountains blow.
They bite the cheek and chill the ear
As on I tread with face aglow.
The warnings on the news were clear,
With further snowfall quite severe,
But I, my challenge, undertake
With inner courage, little fear.
But winter storms can overtake
The bravest soul, without mistake,
And wintry gales that seem asleep,
With strength and guile, can soon awake.
Search parties scour the hillsides steep.
They hunt with dogs, the snow so deep;
Whilst I, with Death, my date I keep;
Whilst I, with Death, my date I keep.
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Tetrameter, ie four iambic feet per line.
Rhyming: aaba bbcb ccdc dddd
Try a poem written with this metre and rhyming. It's very difficult I assure you. Josie Whitehead