The pitch white snow gliding down as soft as a fluffy jacket,
The dead still trees all around,
The snow was as cold as a freezer,
An old hut in the middle of nowhere.
A Zone for reading about what's on in Room 7, sharing our learning and to link to places to extend our thinking.
1 comment:
Hey Ben,
What a great poem and good use of similes.
Well done also on a fantastic effort in the athletic sports! We are all so proud of you! xo Mum
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