The Frosty winter poem by my granddaughter. ๐ŸŒน

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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”ย She then stood in the middle of the room to read it to us:

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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 iceย cube

But a blood red orange sun sparkles in my eye.

By Ruby aged 9

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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 ๐Ÿ˜‰

30 thoughts on “The Frosty winter poem by my granddaughter. ๐ŸŒน

  1. What a delight! Her imagery is delightful. She sees so much. It’s amazing! what children take note of. Following in grandma’s footsteps?! I think so. I’d be delighted to read more.

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