Out in the garden,
on a snow covered night.
when the stars were all twinkly,
and the moonbeams shone bright.
As the noise of the day,
disapeared by the minute.
The garden at peace,
you're the only one in it.
The silence so loud,
that it deafened your ear's.
Peace that surrounded you,
dispelled your fears.
Then suddenly it happened,
quite out of the blue.
A flippin great snowball,
was heading for you.
It's had your name on it,
there's one thing for sure.
It was coming your way,
from the garden next door.
There was no use in running,
you must make a stand.
If it's war they were after,
assume the command.
Finding it's target,
the snowball connects.
With the side of your head,
leaving you quite perplexed.
Speed's of the essence,
if you're to survive.
The onslaught of snowballs,
now coming in five's.
With all you have in you,
you're hurling them back.
The approach that you've chosen,
"full frontal attack".
The missiles were flying,
from your garden to theirs.
It was getting quite serious,
they'd joined up in pairs.
As battle cries raged,
midst the laughter and fun.
Each garden resembled ,
"The battle of the somme".
Deep silence was shattered,
that cold winter's night.
When the neighbors next door,
staged a great snowball fight.
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
This is a great poem, reminding me of those delightful visions of the winters at home as a kid when I lived in Michigan, where I grew up. We had the best fun, snowball fights, making angels in the snow, building snowmen and snow forts, and of course eating icicles when Mom wasn't around to stop us(!!) Thank you for the memories, you've lightened my heart and made my day shine with a wintry glow!! 
Have a great day, Mal!! 
Peace, love & hugs to ya!! 
