Sunday, 26 April 2015

Owls class Poems

In the Owls' Class, we read 'The Sea' by James Reeves then created our own poems in the same style based on types of weather. The aim was to include figurative language in our poetry. We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we enjoyed writing them!




The Mist

The mist is a blank ghost
Transparent as can be,
Covering my face with his
Sodden palms,
Making my face as soggy as a wet towel!
He consumes me in his jet-black mouth
But I just pass straight through!
When the sun rises,
It devours him with its
Golden eyes!
All you can see is a silver face
Screaming, "I'll be back! I'll be back!"
Do you think that's true?

By RU

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