Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Winter Poem
The grey clouds hang in the sky like many balloons.

The cool wind races across my face.

My feet drag across the soggy, brown hills.

The brown leaves blaze across the wet fields.

As tears of rain drop onto my face.

by Finn

1 comment:

  1. Hi Finn
    I like your poem. Great writing, from Aunty Helen