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)
