What am I…
I can be white as snow, or hot as the sun.
When you pick me up I slip through your fingers, and tickle your little toes.
I can be as big as a castle or small as a speck of dust.
I am sand.
Very nice poem, Ivy.
Ivy, I like it. Iveta
Ivy, What a beautiful poem! I loved the words you used. It painted a nice, sandy picture in my mind. This poem is kind of like a riddle, with the answer waiting for the reader at the end. Clever! I really enjoyed this one! Love you, Your Nana