My Seasons
I don´t have any reasons,
but my poem is about the seasons.
In Spring, you can read a book
about the story of Captain Cook.
In Summer, you can smell the flowers
but I don´t like cauliflowers.
In Autumn, the trees are sad
and I think that is so bad.
In Winter I make a snowman
and I say bye, bye to him with my hand.
By Lucia C.
CM1-B
BLANCA
Its name is Blanca.
It has got black nose and eyes.
It´s white like its name
beautiful like the snow
and sweeter than milk.
It likes to eat, sleep
and play with its ball.
I´ll love it forever.
What is it?
By Alexandrine
CM1-B
