The New School

For about 2 days, we have been writing a poem about our new school! We had to write about what we sensed. We also had to try and add alliteration and similes.

I see, the great streaks of blue, flowing down the walls and across the coal black carpet.

I feel the cool air in the huge classroom sweeping and skimming over everyone.

I hear the quiet whispers of other children murmuring to each other as they work.

I smell the vivid aroma of others using whiteboard markers on the bright glossy tables.

I touch, the soft, fluffy walls that feel like supple green grass, growing in the ground.

Overall, I feel exhilarated with all the shiny surfaces, the bouncing chairs and the cheerful laughs all around the school.