The Tree - a shape poem by Jake, age 11
What a fantastic descriptive poem about a tree growing in the forest. The personification (the tree's fingertips... shivering) and the simile (...like a proud statue) is lovely! Well done Jake and thank you for sharing this with us.
It stands still like a proud statue.
Sparkling snowflakes sitting.
Bold branches bend with the wintery wind.
The towering tree stands silently in the desolate forest.
The biting frost glistening on the fingertips of the shivering tree.