Her notepad poems:
Life Of A Snowflake Poem

Life of a snowflake

Frozen water drop, falling from the sky.
Slowly drifting down, from the clouds so high.
No two flakes that fall, are ever the quite same.
Gliding through the air, floating like a flame.
Down towards the Earth, oh where will it land.
On a Christmas tree? In a small boys hand?
No such luck this time, landed on a car.
Speeding down the road, did not travel far.
Windscreen wipers on, snow pushed to the side.
Falling to the floor, nowhere left to hide.
Disappearing now, vanished down the drain.
Floating to the sea, with the fallen rain.
Then another day, back into the sky.
Up into the clouds, how it loves to fly.
On a winters day, time to fall again.
Something fun this time, please not down the drain.
Scooped up as it lands, made into a ball.
See a smiling face, hear a young boy call.
Children gather round, see the man of snow.
Now its feels a part, never wants to go.
Dean Thorpe
Joanne Thorpe and her Snowman

About This Poem

The point I would like to try to make is to never give up trying, just like that snowflake, not everything always goes to plan, but if you keep trying you will get there in the end. In the last year (2006) I have been through a few bad times, but I am still here and still fighting! If you are reading this then it means that you are still here too and maybe its been a perfect year for you, congratulations if is has! If not, then as I said, just keep on trying and you will get there in the end. Always think positive!