It's Poetry Friday. Karen Edminston is hosting today. Be sure to stop by for your Friday dose of poetry. My class has been talking about nonfiction. We were reading a National Geographic eBook about animals in the winter. We came across a page that inferred that frogs freeze in the winter. Interestingly, one first grader assumed that meant they die. Another thought it meant they froze to survive. We decided we needed to find out more and began reading. I thought I'd try to turn a little research into a nonfiction poem about frogs. Winter Statue Under the snowy landscape, the weathered log, the gray rock, the decaying leaves, you hide waiting on warmer days. A winter statue; long legs tucked close by. Your icy body is silent. Your heart no longer beats, waiting, waiting. You are still. Soon warmer days will arrive, the temperature will rise. Your heart will beat again. © Cathy L. Mere Interestin