Blizzard – a poem by rikki (8)

Hailstorm

hail hits the roof of my house

it sounds like somebody is pounding on huge drums right on my roof

small diamonds trickle from the sky, piling up every second

the trees sway up and down, up and down, as if picking up flowers from the ground

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About ronrik

Ronny, born in New York, is interested in piano, chess, soccer and reading. (Intense!) Rikki, born in San Jose, loves monkeys, soccer, drums, art, legos and wildlife! (Dude!)

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