I see, the great streaks of blue, flowing down the walls and across the coal black carpet.
I feel the cool air in the huge classroom sweeping and skimming over everyone.
I hear the quiet whispers of other children murmuring to each other as they work.
I smell the vivid aroma of others using whiteboard markers on the bright glossy tables.
I touch, the soft, fluffy walls that feel like supple green grass, growing in the ground.
Overall, I feel exhilarated with all the shiny surfaces, the bouncing chairs and the cheerful laughs all around the school.
By Jed
👍WALT: write about how we feel about our new space. In our poem we had to include a Simile, Alliteration and Emotion words.
👍WALT: write about how we feel about our new space. In our poem we had to include a Simile, Alliteration and Emotion words.
Hi my name is Sophie and I am from Awahono School, I liked how you called the walls fluffy. Your school must be very fun. Maybe one day you could have a look at my blog.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your wonderful comment. Maybe I will comment on your blog.
ReplyDeletehi you've got a realy good poem about your school. it must be realy fun there where ever your school isthankyou for showing it.
ReplyDeleteHi i'm Karl from pcs
ReplyDeleteMan I wish your school was as flash as out but ours is getting flasher by the moment Getting new classes, "SWEET" is what I say in my head every second I was reading that post.