Thursday, 19 May 2016

Cross Country Poem

WALT use poetic verse to recount an event we participated in.

The cross country was usual enough ; it had the
people, the clear blue sky, lushest green grass, the teachers, 
and even thousands of multi coloured cones. 

My friends, my classmates and I did what kids do
we happily ran inside of the cones, kids tripping over 
heavy grey stones. 

My friends and I are panting and stumbling our way to the finish
line. I finally passed the flags, but sadly I ended up in the sickbay

I was doing a victory dance that I finally completed cross country.

Based on the poem "The Church" by James K Baxter    

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