Rain is fresh, cold and icy,
and not even a bit hard and spicy,
Rain smells clean, not like a bean,
It feels like a little tickle on my hand,
Not like a little prickle on my hand,
Rain looks like heaps of tears,
It doesn't look like heaps of pears,
it tastes like ice falling on my tongue,
Rain smells like flowers,
But doesn't smell like showers.
Written By Emily :)
Wow Emily, we are very proud to have a poet in the family!
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Emily you are going to be a great poet when you`re older. That poem was amazing I loved it! By Elise
ReplyDeleteI liked how you made your poem rhyme. By Tihei
ReplyDeleteEmily I like the way that you put spicy
ReplyDeleteYour a poet , but you just don't know it! by Alex
ReplyDeleteMy mum loves hearing rain.
ReplyDeleteBy Emily