My Poem:
The morning air fresh and the weather fair
heaps of people I've never met before all in the hall.
All can hear is noise, then Silence… Names start being called out what teacher will I be with this Year.
My name gets called out and Mrs Goodwin is the teacher I will be with this year
The next couple of weeks go bye and I get to know more and more people and find out what other opportunities there are.
one of the opportunities is Tech its lots of fun and you get to do lots of exciting things.
Its almost the end of term there was lots of fun things to do and see I wonder what's next ill just have to wait and see.
I like your poem Dylan, some of the sentences didn't quite rhyme but that might have been made to be like that.
ReplyDeleteGood poem Dylan I can tell it was about the first day cause I was sitting next to you in the hall any way it is a good poem:) :) :) :) :) :)
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