Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Windy Day

 windy day


My hair dances in my face.


The wind howls like a wolf.


The trees carefully hold nests.


The leaves gather to make a tornado.


What a windy day.


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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 3, 2020 at 7:27 PM

    Hi Sophie,I like your layout of the poem.
    It makes me feel like I'm in a windy day.Great job

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    1. AnonymousSeptember 3, 2020 at 7:45 PM

      Thanks Kiera, I liked my layout to!

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