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Sunday, 20 March 2016

THE Skeleton

The skeleton
My next step up is to connect my poem to my picture in my mind
I am learning about metaphors I need to use lots of metaphors



THE SKELETON 
Falls Into a beautiful bush and when he fell in
All  the  leaves died  like they had been touched with weed killer.
He sat back as the twigs were stabbing him.
The butterflies were sitting on the twigs,
As the skeleton was in pain,
Leaving a beautiful art and that's how he got there. 
The breeze was blowing in his face.
He heard the butterfly's wings flapping in the wind.
He smells death on his body.
It's death. Why are the butterflies there?
How did he get there?
How did this happen?  
      

1 comment:

  1. Hello
    I love your peace of work.
    I love how you put the questions on the end and how you used good language
    :-)

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