Winter poem

I see the snowflakes falling down to the ground

I hear the wind blowing the snow around

I taste my mum’s hot chocolate

I smell my dad making tasty chicken nuggets   

I feel my cousin throwing snowball’s at me

changing faces

we have bean learning how to change things that are private information

Marmite

For our writing this week and next week
 This went really well
 What can I do to make it better ?