Wednesday, 18 November 2015

My Diamanate Poem

Pipi pizza
dough, flour
Rolling, flatting, talking
passing, sharing,laughing
cheese, tomato

My Sense Poem


I taste the salty seawater in my mouth as I wind my fishing rod up and see nothing.
I can see some fish swimming making mini waves crashing into the concrete
I smell the smelly squid bait hanging on the hook
I hear the fish splashing around trying to get the bait 
I feel the line tugging like tug a war 
Now its only me and the fish!