Playing in the snow is one thing that
is on my to do list in the winter.
Then I go inside
to wipe my feet on the mat.
I have a cup of hot chocolate
after taking of my coat and hat.
I listen to christmas classics
while I look at the snow that was
6 feet high to what is now only 3.
Winter is just about over
and leaves will sprout
on trees.
Time for bed so I put on my
pajamas and rest my head.
I wake up and the 3 feet of snow
that was once there wasonly
a patch of green grass.
I put on my clothes and eat breakfast.
Then I got the milk and a glass.
I look out the window once more.
Winter has turned to spring.
Now it was time to get ready for
my spring chores.

Jatie Apple

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