Saturday, 18 April 2015

THE CLOUD MADE OF MORE

I’m not any ordinary cloud the wind cannot control me he cannot tell me what to do.One clear, warm spring morning I decided it was time for an adventure a challenge so I set of over the sea to the city were I flow around finding lots of new things. I saw people living on the streets begging for food, water and care. I watched a few fire men putting out a fire and made it rain over the fire and put it out. You might see me one day, who knows?
I am the cloud made of more!

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  1. Anonymous18 April 2015 at 04:41

    Audrey, I love your poem because it is very gripping but I think it could have some more interesting vocabulary.

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  2. Anonymous27 April 2015 at 11:54

    Great story Audrey, loved the angle the story took.
    Hattie

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