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Wednesday, 19 March 2014

The Wind:Teagan


The wind pounces
on trees like a cheetah.
It sneaks silently
getting ready and then
runs
and pounces on everything.

This is my poem about wind. We had to give and inanimate object an animal characteristic.
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2 comments:

  1. Chloe28 March 2014 at 12:28

    Hi Teagan,
    I like your poem about the wind.

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  2. Isabella28 March 2014 at 12:30

    Hi Teagan,
    I like your poem about the wind. It is well thought out.

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