Outside my very own house I have a winter wonderland. Step outside...
Majestic mountains covered in a powder we call snow.
Powder scatters the rocky pavement.
Snow lands softly in the lair of monsterly tall grass.
Trees bound tightly by enormous buckets of the powter.
Blizzards come falling from the celling that is millions of feat above us.
That is my Winter Wonderland.
Remember not to play in the yellow snow
ReplyDeleteAfter reading your post, I had a vivid picture of your winter wonderland. I am so glad you shared this with me.
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Papa
The way that you decribe your wonderland is so cool. I was able to sink in to the picture. It is really pretty here. but noy as pretty as your house I'm sure, because you have the woods in your back yard,
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