Yesterday, my middle daughter and I sat down for a poetry lesson. Here's the poem we wrote together about Ice
Ice
Like a cold wind
or a hard stick,
Scotch-tape glass
that becomes a firecracker
when it breaks.
It is a nothing that is quiet
as a mouse
and as smooth as a rock.
It makes me always feel
like I'm going
to drop it!
I hope this cold goes away soon!
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