Snow Poem by Holly Somer
Snow
6 months of snow
Cold crisp winds
Too windy to believe
Once the windshield hits zero
Everyone will drive out to the store
Gathering food, water and even more
Exspecting snow to go up to the door
Before you get a ring on the phone line
It's the principal saying school is out
Sitting there in shock
Eyes bugging out
Grabbing my sled
I feel my face get wet
A snow ball fight is out and happening
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