360 poem

In room 5 we have been looking poetry and writing about what around us. We wrote our lines as we turned around out side writing what we see and starting every line with AND.After we have finished the writing process Room 5 are entering the grey mouth library poetry competition.


Here is my poem.

And the plain white snow covering  the top of the mountain like icing on a cake.

And the freezing thick barber swallowing everything in its path.

And the ice cold wind blistering my skin.

And the top of Mt Sewell triumphantly breaking through the clouds.

And the clouds circling their prey closing in on it.

And a line of exposed trees standing tall and great, in their own way.

And birds chirping in the distance, their sound gliding with the ice cold wind.-

And the smell of fresh air stinging my nose as I take deep breaths in.

And a court like a ghost town defiantely standing its ground.

Crispy green newly cut grass covered in shiny morning due.

And an empty playground bare of any children.

And distant chatter, dancing with the wind.

And thick forest covering the hillside like fur on a dog’s back.

And a lonely hall standing alone forever, like an old oak tree.

And blue and white sky peeking over all the buildings.

And a gutter as straight as a ruler.

And tiny droplets desperately clinging to the poles, holding on for their life.

And the plain white snow covering  the top of the mountain like icing on a cake.

And the freezing thick barber swallowing everything in its path.

And the ice cold wind blistering my skin.