Poem by Caleb
As promised in my comment on yesterday's blog, here's a poem by my buddy Caleb
Snow Creations
a poem by Caleb
It’s cold outside, but I’m bundled up.
Outside there are little snowflakes
Raining snow on to the cold hard ground
White and fluffy, big piles, little piles.
Piles all around.
Heavy snow covering stairs,
Covering hills, covering rooftops
On windows and cars, sidewalks and roads
The grass is hidden by mounds of white.
That I saw with my good sight.
Icicles on the balcony
Make wonderful sculptures.
We’ll make an igloo,
Or a snowman,
Or snowballs,
Or snow angels,
Or forts.
Or snowball fights.
Time to come in
Take off my gloves
Take off my snowpants
My coat, and my boots.
Time to sit by a warm fire.
4 Comments:
Tell Caleb nice work! How old is he?
He just turned 13, but is much younger physically, emotionally. He's my autistic student.
I like it.
Robert Frost has nothing on Caleb. So direct and fresh. What did he say when you showed it to him online?
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