Winter freezing over leaving its icy touch
Icles hanging down like painted knives
Noses cold, red like santas coat
Trees standing bear in the sun
Elves merrily making toys for all the good girls and boys
Rudolph leading the stary Night well the peple sleep tonight
What a great wintry, Christmassy poem Lily-Mai. I love how you made Winter almost human by saying it left 'it's icy touch.' We call this 'personification' of something.
ReplyDeleteYou also did all this at home too. Well done for going above and beyond to try to improve your writing.
Mrs Prior