Tuesday, March 15, 2016

This is my poem

I heard the wind blowing in my face.
I saw someone hiding in a scary cave.
I felt something hard touching me in the back.
I wondered if someone would find me.


I heard someone shouting at me.
I saw flashing lights coming to me.
I felt alone in the dark dark light of doom.
I wonder if i’m lost.

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Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Plan to survive



We have done a video about camp it took us about 1 hour to make it.we messed up a lot if times.