Onomatopoeia Poem

Competitive Playing

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

I run down the court,

1,2

Swish!

“Quick Get back on defence!”

I turn my head sharply,

Swosh! My hair beats me on the cheek

    I grab that ball off the opposition feeling good

I run down the court once more

1,2

Hitting the backboard, Swish!

“Yeahhh Jennae!”

Stormy Day poem

Stormy Sea

I can feel the whistling breeze,

so cold I felt like I was going to freeze,

feathered seagulls were crying,

like they wanted food,

but I think seagulls were just ‘in a mood’,

flashing lightning was so bright,

like bright stars in the night sky.