The smell of the fresh wind as it goes up my nose, the cool breeze as it flushes threw my hair. I see over the ocean, I can here as the planes goes of, the engine is working, I can here everyone cheering, the birds are chirping.
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Hi Pupuke,
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Great poem. I think you've done a good job of writing a poem that doesn't rhyme. Not rhyming can be very hard!
I like how you've said they could hear the chirping of the birds, I know I always love to hear the birds after I have been on a plane for a long time!
I wonder what the crowds would have been cheering. What sorts of things would people be saying?
It was a very long flight, wasn't it?! The longest flight I've ever been on was 13 hours long and I was very glad when we landed on the ground again. Have you ever been on a plane?
I look forward to reading more of your blog.
Cheers,
Ruby.