Monday, 10 August 2015

                                           we are learning to write diferent types of poems

                                                                      white

 white looks like a cold frosty day
white sounds like the crunch under foot
white smells like daisy's blooming as the day warm 
white tastes like a cool vanilla ice cream
white feels cold as the snow begins to gently drift down
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  1. Mrs O11 August 2015 at 21:13

    Hi Ben, Miss Power was telling me about this poem. It really visualises 'white' for me! I love the use of senses-it brings it to life! Keep up the poetic writing-it suits you!
    Mrs O

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