Winters such a lovley thing
The snow is crisp, They make there teams.
Adam, Cody, and Tyler, & Justin
They throw the snow, Who will win.
They build there bases really high.
Then start on snowballs with a sigh.
They throw, and throw, and toss, and twirl.
Someone even made theres curl.
Finaly theres no more fun.
They go inside for the game is done.
They sit by the fire, and watch the flame,
and start to play a Monopoly game.
Sam, I remember days like that a long time ago when I was young. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol i really liked it sam great job :)