Athletics

I heard Mrs Mockford yelling, "Abbey go!".

I heard my name as I stepped up to the circle.

I saw the 14 meter mark waiting for someone to touch it.

I felt the cold black disc  touch my palm.

I felt as if I was going to faint.

I wondered if it would slip.

                                     Bofo

Bofo's bright red nose glows all night.
His blue lips are as dark as a bottom of the sea.
His pink top hat is as cute as a button.
His lollie pop bow tie makes him look like a responsible man.
The unique and evil face stares at me.
 His face fills up with laughter.

                                                My reading activity

For my reading activity I had to read a journal story called Wind Fall. It was about a girl and her father and her father went to war and lost one of his close friends and he was never the same. I had to write a poem about how her father felt so I did.

Wind Fall.

The darkness fills his head .

The memories come on back.

You can see the battles in his eyes.

He is scared 

He is worried about tomorrow.

His old rocking chair

Rocks this way and that.

As the days go by, waiting.

Blocking out everyone.

The yelling, the screaming.

Never knowing which way to go.

As long as you get there.