Friday, 28 March 2014

The windiest day | by Peta

My face turns white
there's no snow or ice
but an Autumn breeze is freezing cold;
I think there's a frog in my throat.
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  1. Unknown30 March 2014 at 21:23

    I enjoyed this poem thanks Peta. I know exactly how that wind feels! Rachael (Niamh's Mum).

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