The glisting, white cold on a Christmas day.
Children will come to play.
If you do not allowed your child out then you are without a doubt
a very wicked person.
A child comes to play on your lawn and
If you make them go away you don't deserve
a lawn,
A child goes up to you and say 'I am cold, I am cold'
and you turn them away then you are a very wicked person.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
children are one of the best things the world gives to us. they are priceless. we should treat them so much better then we do now. good job. Becca