'Winter'
Winter Sharp, see through ice,
Melting, dripping, on the snow.
Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Frosty windows, toasty toes.
That's my sort of winter!
Beautiful bare ice trees,
Glittering, sparkling snowflakes.
A giant snowman stands.
Lumps of ice, lumps of snow,
That's my sort of winter!
ISOBEL MUIR (aged 10, written when 9)
Cricklade
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