Reefton had a day of thick fog
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| 5.30pm |
and it was still foggy the next morning so out we went for a
fog adventure!
When we came back in we read two fog poems.
Do you know them?
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
and
In the Fog
Stand still.
The fog wraps you up
and no one can find you.
Walk.
The fog opens up
to let you through
and closes behind you.
Here are our responses to our fog adventure:
Do you like the fog?
Which poem do you like best?
dear B4
ReplyDeleteI don't really like fog because when its foggy its normally cold. It is fun when you are cracking the ice. Crack, crack. I thought fog was the best poem because it said the fog comes on little cat feet. Instead of saying the fog comes.
What, is your favourite thing to do?
Warmly Zaria ♥