I’ve been thinking of doing a poem for a long time and here it is.
Winter
Frost curls up on my window,
Like my cat inside.
I run my hands through the condensation.
I Whisper ‘it’s winter
The winter like sun shone through the Grey, Puffed up clouds
The grass is as moist as fruitcake freshly baked.
It’s winter.
It’s winter.
Reblogged this on Fay Keenan and commented:
Rather proud of this 30-word poem from my daughter :). She’s been making her own podcasts, too!
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I like it! I think my favorite lines are:
Frost curls up on my window,
Like my cat inside.
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Thankyou! š
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It is lovely. I wish I can draw, then I will illustrate your nice poem.
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What a nice compliment thank you!āŗ
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