Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Beach day poem

My hands gripped the bars
I was ready
Astins dad spun me
Round and round
Like a never ending spinning top
My hands suddenly felt weak
They were slowly slipping
I could just see my fate
I was going to fall By Chloe

2 comments:

  1. Love the simplicity of your words yet it still has impact:)

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  2. Love the simplicity of your words yet it still has impact:)

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