January Poem

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Walking up on a calm and fragile morning

Today, there is no school

Looking out my window, there is a blanket of snow

Rushing to eat my breakfast, gulping it down

Mitten, boots, hat, and scarf . . . Hurry!

Finally outside, diving into the snow

Creating snow angels, snowmen, and sculptures

Creations are done

My backyard looks like a winter wonderland

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Once the weather gets chilly, I rush to my house

My mom makes me hot chocolate and mmm, it's really good

-Brigid Kapuvari, Grade 4

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