It was a very cold morning this morning! We thought we would write a poem about it. As a class we all contributed our ideas to write a class poem.
One Frosty
Morning
Beautiful
frosty icicles in the shape of silver ferns,
Making sparkling crystals on the ground.
Icy leaves
dangling from bare trees.
Crunchy, icy
grass beneath my feet,
Feels like cold, hard, icy snow.
As slippery as frozen ice on an ice rink.
Dripping
water down frosty trees.
Looks like a white blanket covering the
shivering grass.
by Room 7
What do you like about our poem?