As I aboard the Southern Cross
Twenty minutes until left off
We wave and say our last goodbyes
Tears fall from my eyes
Left off where going up to the sky
Ice and heavy rain start to come from behind
My stomach drops right to the ground
I can feel Butterfly's in my stomach flying around
As what felt like years we finally land
I feel safe and sound
Now I can eat my Favorited snack a Harsh Brown
I go to rest my head
On a comfy king size bed
I can't wait to run around and play
Goodbye for now see you another day
Hey Makaea,
ReplyDeleteWow this poem is powerful and amazing, super job Makaea! You had many descriptive language features such as idioms (My stomach drops right to the ground,
I can feel Butterfly's in my stomach flying around) and many interesting adjectives, it allowed me to imagine the scene while I was reading the poem!
I would say this is an imagery ballad poem because the author (you) put yourself into the aviator's shoes and wrote the poem in his perspective, also this poem rhymes really well like nursery rhymes!
I can tell that you have put a lot of effort into this poem :)
Now I can't wait to read your next blog post!
All the best,
Jade C.
Kia Ora Makaea,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem that you have written. With your words, you have painted a picture in my head. I feel like I’m there right next to the aviator, experiencing the scary trip over the Tasman Sea. I have been on a very small plane in bad weather and I remember the feeling that massive drop in my stomach as the plane got pushed around in the wind. Have you ever experienced bad weather like that?
I have just had a very busy weekend and I had no time to relax. Reading about the aviator having a sleep after their favourite snack, sounds amazing! It sounds like my exact plan for tonight except I might have my favourite dinner which is pizza. What’s your favourite snack?
I can’t wait to read more of your blog posts soon!
-Dani