This week's writing task was a free-verse poem about "my grandad's hands". We practised using semi-colons, a range of sentence lengths and using better vocabulary. Our poems are based on an original poem written by Gary O'Connell. I chose to write about my grandad because he was someone very special to me.
My Grandad's Hands by Mr N
My grandad's hands
are wrinkly boulders;
his back, a sturdy wall;
his legs, speedy twigs.
His laugh is Mufasa's roar;
his breath, dust in the breeze.
Driving
his last 757 route on a bright yellow bus,
my grandad
is on his way back to the terminal.
