The Ball of Paper Poem

Yesterday afternoon I went to a special poetry group with children from other classes in the school.  We had to write a poem about Summer to enter into a competition.  To warm up we screwed up a bit of paper and we made up a descriptive poem about what the ball might be – below is my version that I wrote in bed last night.

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A small snail shell as black as can be crawled across the floor,

A cold iceberg floated across the snowy arctic,

A red cricket ball was thrown from a powerful bowler,

A canon ball shot from a cannon at extremely high speed,

A juicy red apple that has fallen from the tree onto the dewy wet grass,

A big fluffy cloud floating across the blue sky,

The world is moving as slow as a slug,

A yellow tennis ball is flying across the court at Wimbledon,

A small baby sheep lying in the lush green grass.

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6 thoughts on “The Ball of Paper Poem”

  1. Wow Tristan! I am so please you have used our idea and written a fantastic poem.
    I hope you won’t mind if I add this to our school Poem Blog.

    Keep writing, I can’t wait to see more 🙂

    Miss Harbridge

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  2. I really enjoyed reading your poem and noticed you used some descriptive adjectives and also alliteration. Do you know what alliteration means or did it just happen? I enjoy your blogs very much and look forward to reading the next one.
    Lots of love, Granny

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  3. Wow Tristan, how very imaginative of you to think up so may ideas and then to give each one such a good description. Well done you!! Good luck in the competition! Love Grandma

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