Page 67 - Winter Poetry 2018
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On a sad cloudy day
Bang! The wind hit the windows
Snow sticking to the trees like gum sticking to my shoes
Winter Days Hayley
The day keeps moving on while snow piles up
As I look out the window there is nothing to see
The storm grows through the night
The wind was slowing down when the snow stops.
Multiple birds fly by my house
Puffy little clouds above our houses
Snow piled up like mountains
Slippery ice in front of my front door
Almost falling in my new winter boots
