Monday, May 11, 2009

Nortons hut

Slipping, Sliding down the mountain, 
Snow as white as the fluffy clouds.
Snow fights, laughing kids.
The air is as quiet as a worm.
The trees are as frozen as status. 
The smell of fresh air .
The hut sitting on the ice all by itself covered in a fresh white coat of snow and a big chimney blowing grey smoke.

By   Amelia

2 comments:

Room 7 said...

WOW that was awesome writing.


From Madi.

Room 7 said...

awesome writing amelia i really enjoyed reading it.

NICE WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!



FROM CILLE