
Kitty wrote a poem about winter at school. It was chosen to represent the school in an exhibition at Colne Market Hall. I didn't know until a friend mentioned they had seen it, so we went to have a look.

Winter
I can feel the snow on the ground.
I can see the fish under the ice.
I can smell my mum making dinner.
I can hear snowflakes pittering on the roof.
I can taste hot soup for dinner.
Kitty, aged 5.
My heart is singing.
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