Fog is like a ghost gang coming to invade us
lifting tops of trees and mountains.
Blinding everyone's path.
Ghosts go to the playground
making it their own,
until the sun comes out, defeats the fog,
and everyone comes out to play.
lifting tops of trees and mountains.
Blinding everyone's path.
Ghosts go to the playground
making it their own,
until the sun comes out, defeats the fog,
and everyone comes out to play.
Love your picture. Great poem too. It is so cool. Melika
ReplyDeletethanks Melika.Madeline
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DeleteI Love your Fog poem its so cool!
ReplyDelete:) Ella M
Madeline this is a great poem. It is very descriptive and the picture sets it off well. Mum x
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