Rather proud of this poem from my daughter :). She’s been making her own podcasts, too!

β˜† Flora's Week Show β˜†

I’ve been thinking of doing a poem for a long time and here it is.


Frost curls up on my window,

Like my cat inside.

I run my hands through the condensation.

I Whisper β€˜it’s winter

The winter like sun shone through the Grey, Puffed up clouds

The grass is as moist as fruitcake freshly baked.

It’s winter.

It’s winter.

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