This poem is about a horse, and describing what I see in a picture. I had to choose a picture that wasn't too busy, and then write about what was happening in the picture, or what I thought was going to hapen in the picture, or what I thought had just happened in the picture.
Thud, thud, thud,
The painted horses hooves
sweep over the ground,
Leaving a trail of dust.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
It delicatley moves,
like a leaf on the wind,
Swirling and dancing.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
It moves with all the grace and beauty
Of a horse,
With each magnificent stride.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
Halt.
The devices I used were Echo, when I used Thud, Thud, Thud.
Thud, thud, thud,
The painted horses hooves
sweep over the ground,
Leaving a trail of dust.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
It delicatley moves,
like a leaf on the wind,
Swirling and dancing.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
It moves with all the grace and beauty
Of a horse,
With each magnificent stride.
Thud, Thud, Thud.
Halt.
The devices I used were Echo, when I used Thud, Thud, Thud.