Poem brooke
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SUMMER My hot crisping skin Crab’s nipping seagulls squawking Cold water, hot sand
Transcript of Poem brooke
SUMMERMy hot crisping skinCrab’s nipping seagulls squawkingCold water, hot sand
SPRINGComing back to lifeGreen tree’s growing little leavesHunting season starts
AUTUMNGreen leaves turning redLeaves crunching on the wet ground Winter is coming
WINTERFrozen tree’s dyingSnowflakes are falling down Sinking snow melting
