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Michael Woo's poem

Page history last edited by Michael Woo 9 years, 10 months ago

 

                           Countown TO DESTRUCTION                                 

 

 

 

                                                 

                                          

 

                           There are ten butterflies, in the air,

                          There are nine sparrows, nesting anywhere.

                         There are eight rare caterpillars, by the wall.

                                  There are seven reeds waving tall.

                        There are six racoons, scavenging on the ground,

                                 here are five opposums, not a sound.

                                 here are four mices, scurrying away,

                              There are three pigeons, fluttering away.

                                There are two flowers, withering fast.

                             There is one piece of grass, that is the last.

 

                                       

 

                         NOW THERE IS NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL!

 

Comments (4)

Michael Woo parents said

at 12:39 am on Feb 5, 2010

The last two lines are powerful images Michael. Nice job.

Michael Woo parents said

at 12:49 am on Feb 5, 2010

I meant the lines about the flowers and the last blade of grass.

Mr Corben said

at 9:09 pm on Feb 5, 2010

Good choice of vocabulary

Blake Craig said

at 1:29 pm on Mar 10, 2010

Very persuading.

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