One snowy winter night when I was nine years old, I had to go down into the pasture alone to feed our animals. Everything outside that night seemed gray, eerie and lonely. When I was done with my chores, and back in the warm house, I wrote this poem.
Winter Snow
The North Wind is blowing its solemn sound
The winter snow is white on the ground
What could there be in this lonely place?
There is no sign of the human race
The cold air stings my frozen face
And the North Wind blows its solemn sound
Blowing the winter snow white on the ground


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Nice work! Especially for a 9 year old!
When you were nine didn't your parents tell you not to use 4-letter words, like snow!?
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