Two poems by Hunter Fox age 7
Winter
Snow gently
falling to the ground.
Gliding, sliding on the ice.
A toboggan gracefully speeding
down the hill. the deadly weapon icicle
hanging off the garage. snow shoes crunching
in the snow. snow forts that protect me from snowballs
in a snowball fight. A big fat snowman in the snow a carrot nose
and coal for eyes.
well that is what is fun about winter.
summer
swimming splashing in the pool.
we are warriors we have fun we like to fight with a water gun.
uh oh now we ran out of water we have to go back to the water
tower. we wear shorts and t-shirts so we can feel the warm air .
dad read this it is my latest poem!
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