Tuesday, November 25, 2008

winter

A white blanket of snow covers all the land
You hear nothing as the silent wind pases by
The warm hot chocolate sliding down your throat
The smell of pine trees
You hurt as the cold icey wind bites at your finger tips
Nippy winter.
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NCT Writing Class said...

ok love the colors but love the poem even more. keep on writing

November 25, 2008 at 5:20 AM

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