Monday, 14 March 2016

Poem

Pohara was usual enough; it had 
A beach, sea, a bike trail, a camp 
nearby, even the labyrinth rocks 
I never went to.  My brother, my friends and I 
Did what boys do - swam in the 
cooling sea, dived into the raging waves,
snorkeled in big blue ocean, raced 
through the camp, biked down the bumpy trails. 
Doing nothing important.

4 comments:

  1. This was wonderful I love it when you say you did what boys do-swam in the cooling sea I like that. The whole poem was well written. Were is pohara? This is a great piece of writing from your friend Lily.

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  2. This is Wonderfull!!! I love it when you say biked down bumpy trails I can connect when me and my dad go cycling together. Where is Pohara?

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  3. I like how you put everything in it all fits your name suits you it's great!

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  4. Your poem is very interesting because you used the word
    bumpy.


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