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Oliver Adams
Grade 6
Shelter Rock Elementary School, NY

Flurries I watch the white snow falling from the other side of my window
Descending; drifting; settling on the ground
A beautiful and dazzling sight indeed;
But, I am only here to look not to touch

A gust of icy wind starts the fierce blizzard;
Clusters of ice shards rapidly rain down on the roof
All that is seen is white.
I am scared;
I tremble with fear;
All is quiet except for the great winds

And, it stops.
Midair, the blizzard is all but nothing

The flittering flurries come back to greet me once more!
It seems to smile at me
I smile back
All is calm,
For I put on my snow boots.

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