Seasons Poem
A tree grows by our house.
In Winter
It is a black skeleton waiting to grow leaves.
In Spring
It is an explosion of blossoming flowers.
In Summer
It is a green galaxy full of leaves.
In Autumn
It is a fountain full of gold.
A tree grow by my house.
Amazing seasons poem Chasity! The descriptive language you have used to describe the tree growing in front of your house clearly indicates the feeling of each season. You are a creative thinker, keep it up!
ReplyDeleteFuntastic seans poem Chasity! I like the way you described the tree as a black skeleton in the Winter time! A fountain full of gold in the Autumn time!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the creative thinking Miss Fancy Pants!