Pages

Friday, June 9, 2017

My morning poem

Today we were learning to write a poem using free verses.
The glistening sun in the bright sky.
Twisting and turning leaves falling from the maple tree.
Wetting my shoes as I walk through a pile of autumn leaves.
Birds whistling in the clear blue sky.
Shivering in my jumper as I feel the cold breeze.
Whiff of fresh green grass in the air.
Screenshot 2017-06-08 at 12.41.48.pngScreenshot 2017-06-08 at 12.44.14.png

No comments:

Post a Comment