An iced droplet fell upon my head
And changed to a water drop instead.
It slowly ran onto my face
And gradually to another place.
For it slipped and slid onto my nose
And you might think, and I suppose,
That this is what it had in mind –
To end its days near to mankind.
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KS2 POETRY : Children hear, read and respond to poems and write their own simple poems or passages of descriptive prose