The Frosty winter poem by my granddaughter. 🌹
My granddaughter came to see us today along with her mum, dad and little brother holding a piece of folded paper saying “Grandma I’ve written another poem” She then stood in the middle of the room to read it to us:
The Frosty Winter.
Cold winds burns your little face
Blustery breezes sway back and forth
A Robbin with a burning breast
Fields as white as a snow leopard
Snowy air as cold as an ice cube
But a blood red orange sun sparkles in my eye.
By Ruby aged 9
I thought it was very descriptive, with a good choice of words. She wanted me to put it on my site to see if she gets any likes 😉