Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Camp Poem

                                      WALT write a chain poem about our camp experiences.


                                                Getting to CAMP takes forever.
                                  The dangerous MONORAIL peached high apon the steep hillside.
              The curved track helping the cart to pick up SPEED
                       The cart is in a RUSH, as long as it is on the track it never stops.
                             Faster than any human can ever RUN.
                                    The carts ENERGY bar forever full.
                              A flash of LIGHTNING one flash and your at the bottom.
                                A dangerous STORM throwing you off balance.

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