The snow falls down on to the childrens heads
To the park they go carrying their sleds
They like to go to sled during the day
It is better than staying in to play
They make their way on to the tallest hill
As they quickly slide down it is a thrill
They scream as they glide quickly to the ground
Everyone laughing and no one frowned
All day long they stay on top a sled
Untill its dark and cold and time for bed
They dream sweet dreams about the day they had
It all so wonderful and nothing bad
They see the sled moving downward so fast
But the day is not stuck in the past
Again they will go to that special hill
the wind hitting their face sending a chill
Untill tomorrow they will have to wait
To live another day it will be great
Great Job Emma! I like your word choice and the use of iambic pentameter! Keep of the good poem! (:
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