At the last of the day we got to have some fun. The fun I'm talking about is poems. This is my poem that I made.
Whining from the freezing wind.
Icicles falling down from the roof.
Numb fingers for everyone!
Toasting my bread in a cold day.
Eager eye, hunting for blazing heat.
Resting for the rest of the winter.
Rising from below the ground.
Eager eye, hunting for blood.
Dazzling sun, shining bright.