Poetry

WHAT AM I I’m stuck to the ground. And my body is very brown. My green leaves are falling. I see ants crawling. I am very large. I like to camouflage. Birds live on me. And I don’t feel free I live for very long I don’t do any wrong I don’t hear any sound. Some people climb on me But I’m never in the sea.

By Sean

WHAT AM I? I’m filling up  I’m running, Now I’m letting go, I’m a bird.

I’m a heron, I’m a black bird, No I’m a seagull, White noisy and with arms Outstretched I start running again, As fast as a cheetah I go, Now I’m slowing down Slower… slower… and stop

I’m in a new place I don’t know where I am I am like a baby bird, Seeing the world for the very first time.

What am I?

By Zoe WHAT AM I It’s getting cold in my tank It gives my scales a fright My orange coat Is getting tight. From my breakfast. Now I am getting fat Like a greedy cat. Some people think my tail Is as big as a whale But I think it’s small Like a ping pong ball. But don’t get me wrong I am still really strong Just like King Kong.

By Noah

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