Imaginative poetry in P7 today with adjectives and similes/metaphors galore:
Huge grey humps looking like floating rocks,
Waves rippling as she majestically moves,
Two massive fins covered in seaweed and moss,
I see Nessie.
People’s cameras snapping as she moves into the light,
Chomping sounds as she has her fishy lunch,
Everyone chanting as if they have just won the football,
I hear Nessie.
The salty water that she glides through gracefully,
Damp, slimy air that makes me feel sick,
Fresh heather along the loch’s sandy side,
I smell Nessie.
The damp air covering me like another layer,
Rain elegantly dropping on my blue, pink and green umbrella,
The ground quivering as everyone rushes to see,
I feel Nessie.
By Lucy B P7