Wednesday, October 5, 2011

My hail Poem

I  see it outside.
Hail sounds like a pot boiling.
Hail is so relaxing to hear.
Thump, drop, roll is how it goes.
Hail, Hail, Hail


      By:Emily
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  1. RenlluaOctober 10, 2011 at 7:39 PM

    a lovely poem...............about a lovely rainstorm/hailstorm

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