After playing in the snow we have written some fantastic personification poems.
The Snow
As he danced through the peaceful sky,
he snuggled into his final resting place.
As he tickled, played and swerved,
he finally stumbled to the ground.
The mob of flakes are bullies: they fight their way through,
having tantrums attacking anything in their way.
On the outside, he looked hard and crispy.
On the inside he was shy and gentle.
As he fell down from the sky,
he covered the ground like a baby’s blanket.
As the sun appeared from the broken night sky,
the flakes wept as they drifted away to their final resting place.
By Eddie Robinson (Y6)