Alice is in third grade. She is eight years old. She has a dog named Ozzie, and a brother named Eliot. She likes to read and write and draw.
“The cool breeze washing the leaves away / Kids running past piles of snow / And wind pushes against their faces / Wailing to get away from the cold”
The cool breeze washing the leaves away
Kids running past piles of snow
And wind pushes against their faces
Wailing to get away from the cold
The ice chipping skates split it
And little pieces of ice scattered against the ground
Snow melting off the tops of houses
And dripping onto the frozen ground
And when night comes the wind washes away the leaves again.
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I love your poem Alice . Such beautiful description used makes me feel I’m there playing in the snow. Many congratulations xxx