The breeze is fresh and free
And it spikes a fire inside of me
Nature is so pretty and sweet
And from it I shall never retreat
The mountains above queenstown are crisp and clear
With snowy caps full of beautiful fire
Which lets no person staring at them full of fear
No these are mountains for everyone to desire
The grass is green
The mountains are white
The sky is blue
And full of light
Trees grow everywhere
Strong thick, their beauty is clear
With colors red green and sometimes yellow
No One looking at them could possibly lear
Hello my name is Lotte and welcome to my blog! Today we are doing Quatrain poems if you don't know what a Quatrain is, it is a poem that originated in france and the way of defining it is that its a rhyming poem with basically no boundaries except a rhyming scheme but the good thing about Quatrains are that you can use all of the rhyming schemes as you can see above I have used the rhyming schemes AABB, ABAB ABCC and ABCB. I hope you enjoy this post!