My brother is dead
He fell through the ice
Santa didn't care
If he was naughty or nice
His skin now fair
His hair,pure white
My skates I now held
Blades glistening in moonlight
Wiped my tears from my face
Walked into the night
With poise and much grace
And a candle in hand
I walk to the lake
From which I was banned
My brother had died
When I was just eight
Down the boy fell
Up went my heart rate
My screams rang like a bell
Yet no one came
To help my big brother
Who only wanted to play games
For he lived like a joker,
Yet died like a king
Valiant at heart
Spirt light as a string
Nothing could stop him
From saving my life
Once full of laughter
Now full of strife
As he lays under 6 feet of ice
-----------------------------------------------------------ok so that was it I hope you liked it
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❄A Jack Frost Poem❄
PoetryTHIS IS NOT MY POEM! Credit goes to whoever wrote it . I just thought it was a nice poem and ya'll needed to hear it
