The Wind
by
Elijah Oakes, age 7
I am at home.
The wind is blowing hard.
It is carrying snow.
The trees shake, the ground quakes
and the house is covered in snow.
It's ten degrees outside.
In my warm house, we eat our dinner
while we wonder about hibernation.
How do the animals survive?
It's super snowy and outside
our bird feeder has no birds.
It is not fun outside.
After dinner, I brush my teeth
as I get ready for bed
and then take one last look outside.
I fall asleep listening
to the sound of the wind.
(original, edited by mother)
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