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Winter Poem

The snow is white, the sky turns grey,
Then the children go out to play.
The children run, the children hide,
And watch the ducks on the cold pond glide.
The mammals build, the mammals hide,
And shut their eyes and sleep on their side.
Above the tunnels the snowflakes freeze,
And they all jump down onto the trees.
The trees turn bare, they start to creep,
And hear their fingers start to creak.
A giant pillow covers the ground,
Without you hearing any sound.
The sun comes up, it’s the start of spring,
The birds sit down and start to sing.

by Austin Rumball (10)
Dogmersfield


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