The Farmer Poem

by Keira aged 9

It snapped of his windmill
and snow started to fall
and everything was frozen.
The farmer was so sad.
The wind was howling.
He went to bed.
He could hear the wind howling.
The strong wind
Its stamping feet
It is directed and stampeding
It clumped and raged

 

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