Thursday, June 3, 2010

a poem by Josh

WINTER
The frosted part of the year,

Its snow gives your window a smear.

Be sure to have your heavy coat,

and improve your snow fort with a moat.

Build a snowman in the cold.

Sled down a mountain if you are bold.

And you can't escape the winter fun -

you must wait for spring for the warm sun.

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