Friday, 15 February 2019

A Poem by Bob

Slowly falling as the cold day goes by.                 
Never going to be colder.
Over the hill the snow laid and and glistened.
What will there be next? Rain, wind or a sunny day.
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2 comments:

  1. Millie-Paige17 February 2019 at 02:33

    I like the rhetorical question and that its an acrostic poem. Good job Bob!

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  2. Connie.E27 February 2019 at 11:52

    Well done Bob! This is a very good poem,I also like the rhetorical question at the end .

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