Winter poem
This week in writing we have been leaning to writing slam poems this week I am doing winter. This is my work.
Winter poem
Rain comes down hard and cold from the dark grey clouds.
It drenches my clothes,making me soggy and wet and freezing cold.
Freezing like Antarctic ice.
When it rains it is freezing.
While it rains I stay inside.
As I go inside from the cold I sit in front of the fire.
After, when the snows goes away I am sad because I love snow.
Before when I go outside I need to put heaps of warm clothes on me.
Sometimes when it is cold I have a scrumptious hot chocolate.
I love snow, but I don't like the cold.
