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 😉