WINTER
Walking on the dewy wet grass I feel the slippery ice, white
patches of snow, and hard leaves.
I hear the sweet soft sound of birds.
I see white air coming out of mouths, warm cloths being worn
and even teachers.
Powder on the mountains makes everyone want to ski or
snowboard.
Drips of water fall off of trees like pinecones.
Hard hail hits roofs with a tick.
Plants get cold and start to change colour.
Birds fly into trees for shelter.
By Luca
Frosty Morning
Cold breeze
flies through the air clogging up noses
The frost
freezing water into ice
Frost verses
cold breeze
Battles
night and day
The old
wooden ramp has had its best years
But winter
is its biggest threat - Freezing it to death
BY Josh
Well done Josh - this a fantastic poem. You use some very clever descriptions and comparisons that really bring the sense of cold and winter right into the reader's mind - I am glad I was by the fire when I read it to keep me warm! You obviously have some very talented poets in your class Mr Dyer :) Thankyou for sharing this with us on your blog.
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