I could hear it. The sound like a thousand rainstorms.
I ran as fast as a wolf pounces on its prey.
Silently, as a panicking dodo; me.
The sound was furious. Screeches deafening.
I ran, the sounds started to fade. I keep going.
The more I run, the more I realise that my heart was thumping like a dart hitting a drum. Darkness spreads. I thought I was safe.
That one last ‘boom’ I heard was something that I’d never experienced before.
The dodo, is no more.
Dahlia, Year 4
Boom! what an evocative poem Dahlia.
Well done Dahlia. !!
Thank you Trudy
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