Wednesday 5 April 2017

Scale factor

My poem


Kieran’s Poem

Lining up to the starting line.      

Getting ready to run.                     
Waiting for the gun.                    
Suddenly the gun fires I sprint away.
Leaving everyone behind.                     
Not a footprint insight.                              
No one catches me.                                
While I run like lighting.                           
I'm as quick as a flash.                                     
I cross the finish line with excitement
the crowd cheers me on
as I lift up the trophy with pride.
I had made my family
so happy
I had the best time of my life.

Monday 3 April 2017