Snow
See the pretty snowflakes,
Falling from the sky;
On the walls and house- tops
Soft and thick they lie;
On the window-ledges,
On the branches bare,
See how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green.
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white.
Every twig is laden
What a pretty sight!
Graham Green
Read it, find and write out all the adjectives, make two other forms. If you like it, you can learn this poem by heart. Thank you for the lesson. Now I can give you your marks: Peter is five,. . . My dear friends, you are the smartest, the nicest, the merriest. You are the best. Goodbye!
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