Kia ora
I am a member of room 22 Kotuku this year.
My name is Jahvan and this is my memory poem.
My feet remember digging into the nice cold surface,
my legs remember the nice cold breeze drifting across my leg,
my body remembers sliding down the hill as i felt the nice icy touch of the ground,
my arms remember climbing up in the cold,
my face remembers the view looking down over the huge mountain,
my mind remembers the long, warm drive home.
Ka rawe, Jahvan - what a wonderful piece of writing! I liked the "icy touch of the ground description" - it gave me a really vivid picture in my head of how it felt.
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Ka rawe, Jahvan - what a wonderful piece of writing! I liked the "icy touch of the ground description" - it gave me a really vivid picture in my head of how it felt.
ReplyDeleteOne thing to remember - 'i' by itself is ALWAYS a capital 'I'.