Studio 2

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Friday, April 1, 2011

Geordie's poem

The Frost

Creeping over the grass and the trees
Goes the frost bringing its icy cold sheet of ice.
The frost creeps over the morning dew.
Winter is when the frost comes out to go to work.
To frost over the grass.
The frost only comes home from work if it sees the sun.
The sun melts all the ice it can see on the grass
And when the sun knows he has melted ice,
The sun says to himself, “I am a great melter of ice.” 

By Geordie

2 comments:

  1. Hi Geordie, I am here with Lasasiana and it is a wet lunchtime so we are inside looking at your poem. We have already had a frost at Mangamahu. I had to use a bucket of water on my windscreen! Cool poem Geordie.
    From Libby's Mum and Lasasiana at Mangamahu School

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  2. Hi Geordie, that is a great poem. I hope you do some more great poems. Goodbye.
    from Rebekah

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