February 22nd, 2007
Her bright blue eyes,
caught the bright blue sea,
bashing off the rocks,
Her blonde hair,
was swaying in the wind,
like a fluent bird,
Her pink top,
stuck out like a,
sore thumb.
By Craig
Entry Filed under: Woodside
1. chikondi | February 22nd, 2007 at 9:51 pm
I like your poem its very good.
2. Miss MacDonald | February 24th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
You have included lots of good imagery in your poem.
3. Mrs Ross | February 26th, 2007 at 2:12 pm
I enjoyed reading your poem - super similes!
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1. chikondi | February 22nd, 2007 at 9:51 pm
I like your poem its very good.
2. Miss MacDonald | February 24th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
You have included lots of good imagery in your poem.
3. Mrs Ross | February 26th, 2007 at 2:12 pm
I enjoyed reading your poem - super similes!
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