Frost, poem by Zoe
Zoe, ‘Grade 4, International School of Hamburg.
The wind is blowing and it is snowing.
The bench is frozen and so are the leaves.
Believe it or not, so are the trees.
It was freezing and people were skiing.
Some people were still sleeping.
The sky was blue and so were my shoes.
Everyone was freezing and some people were sneezing.