Thursday, 20 November 2014

Personification Poem

The trees are waving,
the leaves are falling,
the road is looking up at me.
As I walk through 
I hear the trees screaming.
I walk into the field, 
the flowers are cheering and screaming at me. 

1 comment:

  1. You have put a lot of personifications on you have done a great job and thought carefully about your story.