My haiku poem

Children play with snow,

Balls of it hit each snowden;

They all have hot drinks.


Plants lie all around;

Trees are bending in the breeze;

Flowers will be picked.


Screams come from the beach;

Joyful people play

Making hard, wet sand.


Bonfires can be seen,

Crisp leaves are seen everywhere,

Smoke is all around.


Wind makes cold trees creak,

Bending down to pick up snow,

Evergreens are cold

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