OUT OF MY WINDOW
I look out of my window and what do I see?
Mr. Jack Frost is looking at me.
He rattles my windows as he plays with the breeze,
He tickles my nose and makes me sneeze.
The animals all hide when they hear he's about.
They're waiting for winter to be over and out.
And as the snow begins to fall, the plants all fall asleep,
Peaceful under the bed of snow, an ice-cream white little heap.
Watching god slowly cover the world in a carpet full of cold,
Swallowing all the autumn leaves all nicely decorated in gold.
I'd like to go out under the silver grey sky,
But I'd rather stay in and watch winter go by.
Nichola Firth
