"Why Must It Go"
Loose and floated
One Huge Heap
Fluffy
At first glimpse, trees,plants
look beautiful
They worked to clean it up
unexpectedly
Suddenly
Sharply
It's natural
Sometimes I cant believe
You're making me very angry
"CLEAN UP THIS MESS"....
The main point of my poem is that I love snow and I don't want it to go. In my poem, I imagine my Father who really hates the cold cleaning up outside. I never want it to go. It is like a big blanket covering the world. My Father tells me to clean it up after i ask him to keep it until Saturday. Although he is not yell at me to clean up the mess of snow, I imagine it as a yell because I so dearly love snow.
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