Its new years eve getting dark we've finished eating we play outside with our neighbors go home stay home and maybe hide and go seek too. Our parents inside watching rugby with wine the kids out back going crazy with sugar. We pull out the blankets and sleep on our tramp then when midnight strikes we climb up the tall trampoline net 3….2...1 HAPPY NEW YEARS the whole of Wainui probably heard us we flip around yelling ‘’bring it on 2019’’ we jump in our togs and run over to the beach we run into the waves and push each other over we go to where we cant touch Ryan does front flips my brother pretends he's a duck. BRING IT ON 2019 we yell here we go.
hey,Jorja
ReplyDeleteI like how you added heaps of deltaile to your poem and its nice the you shared about what you do on bew years maybe you can add more words so it could make more sense.
Phoebe.
Phoebe