This week's writing task was a free-verse poem about "my grandad's hands". We practiced using semi-colons, a range of sentence lengths and using vocabulary. Our poems are based on an original poem written by Gary O'connell. I chose to write about my grandad because he was someone very special to me.
My Grandad's hands by Willie
My grandad's hand's
are wrinkly boulders;
his back, sturdy ladder;
his legs, slow branches.
his laugh is a tigers roar;
his voice, tiger's growl
Sleeping
quiet waiting for the bus
My grandad
Is watching over us.
Hi Willie
ReplyDeleteI see you've done a couple of cool things in your poem with plays on words; tiger's roar + tiger's growl. I like this because you've shown two sides to your grandfather's personality using the same animal for comparison.
Regards
Mr N