Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Happiness of Duck Shooting - Jack's Poem

It is the smell of rain,
when the colour of red rises,
and it looks like it is paradise.
it tastes like duck for dinner.
it sounds like the guns.
MY BIG DAY!

(Age 7 years)
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6 comments:

  1. JanaeApril 21, 2010 at 7:26 PM

    Hey Jack I love your poem. Where did you get the idea from?

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  2. AnonymousMay 17, 2010 at 10:15 AM

    Hey Jack, your poem sounds great.It seems like you had fun going duck shooting. Did it taste good, will you be going again soon? Tell me if you are.

    Lucy
    Room 7

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  3. zoeMay 30, 2010 at 1:16 PM

    I like it Jack it is cool the poem.Are you going there again soon?

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  4. AnonymousJune 10, 2010 at 12:41 PM

    What a great poem Jack!I like how you used your different senses. Liz Mc.

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  5. SandyJune 15, 2010 at 8:23 PM

    Hi Jack, great poem. Did you go duck shooting with Dad and how many ducks did you get?? Sandy

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  6. AnonymousJune 23, 2010 at 2:18 PM

    Well dun Jack from Sam

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