MYSTERY POETRY

This term for reading our group is learning about poetry. Today we looked at a poem but only a line at a time. We had to predict what was happening in the poem. After 5 lines Miss A decided that she wasn't going to show us any more and we had to write our own endings to the poem. This is what we wrote:

The Dreamers

They were there this morning,
High up on an office block.

One was polishing the sun,
Another rinsing fleecy clouds,
A third rubbing the blue sky.

But as it turned out,
They were dreaming...

One was polishing a lemon,
Another was rinsing his kittens,
A third rubbing the floor.

By DouglasC



The Gods

They were there this morning,
High up on an office block.

One was polishing the sun,
Another rincing fleecy clouds,
A third rubbing the blue sky.

I stood there watching,
They were bigger than life,
I couldn't believe it.

But when thy were finished
They just disappeared.

By SharplinM


My Dream

There they were this morning,
High up on an office block.

One was polishing the sun,
Another rinsing fleecy clouds,
A third rubbing the blue sky.

The others were a bit below,
Playing with the ocean,
One was even catching fish.

Then I woke up from my dream.

By Luiten-ApiranaB


My Fantasy

There they were this morning,
High up on an office block.

One polishing the sun,
Another rinsing fleecy clouds,
A third rubbing the blue sky.


They thought it was real,
And then they realized,
The workers were making a commercial,
To sell wallpaper,
That flashed in a certain light.

By NobiloK