Snowman War

Snowman War

WALT: We Are Learning To

Make a winter poem with strong verbs.

In the bed like most is where I lie.

The window catches my brown eyes.

I instantly get out of bed.

The closet now is where I head.

I dive into the white, white land

The place that can’t be made by man.

I make a man made out of snow.

With stones as eyes and carrot nose.

I’m throwing balls made out of ice.

At snowmen because they’re not nice.

And now I’m hiding in a fort.

Because there’s one thing that I’ve been taught.

These snowmen don’t fully agree.

And know they’re coming after me.

But I’m going to make a stand.

I will defend my white, white land.

I collect a pile of frozen balls.

Before they charge into the malls.

So I hop onto my old trike.

(My Dad never got me a bike).

I throw the balls. I win the war.

               Not sure I like snowmen anymore!

          (actually I’m quite sure I don’t like them)