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St Mary's Primary School Pomeroy

Poetry - Touch by Grace

29th Oct 2018

Touch!

The solid wet feel

Of an ice cube in the freezer.

The fluffy, feathers of a baby chick following her mummy.

Touch!

The oozy, slimy trail

Of a sticky snail.

The slithering snake basking in the sunshine on a warm summer’s day.

By Grace Q P4