~~~~~~poems~~~~~~
JACK FROST (age 12)
Jack Frost comes in the winter
When the days are awful cold.
He bites off the asters and daisies.
As you see, he is very bold.
He is on the ground each morning,
Covers the earth with a coat of white.
He is not on the ground when we go to bed;
So he must come in the night.
Jack Frost doesn’t like the nice warm sun,
Because it makes him go away,
And not more can he bite the children’s toes
But must wait till another day.
Jack Frost has been here and has bitten the noses,
Killed the zinnias, nipped the roses.
He has killed many a green thing,
But soon he’ll go, and in comes Spring.
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