poem

Hear is a poem that I writ yesterday during drop every thing and write

poem

As the tape brips icicles form.

Who knows when they will defrost.

The cold winter air blows in the wind.

The rain comes to play.

Umbrellas flying all over the show.

As we got home the snow starts to blew.

Snow angels and snowmen for everyone.

As the snow and rain starts again  I can hear the pitter patter on the roof

As the sun comes out the snow must leave.

Now the native birds come to play.

The sun must leave now as the moon comes to sleep.

Now I can hear the sounds of a morpork talking away.

As I am sleeping away I hear wings flapping outside I wonder what it would be like to fly?