Making way for the next generation of poets

Last week, W.D. Snodgrass died. And for certain, the world of poetry felt the loss. I guess Connor did too, because last Thursday, he created his first poem that wasn't simply replacing rhyming words from various well known books. It might not be quite the Pulizter Prize winning variety that Snodgrass was known for, but you've got to start somewhere.

Here is the playground.
Here is the snow.
Here is the hill.
And down we'll go.

His inspiration?