The sea was calm, like a big blue blanket.
The trees stood tall, like soldiers awaiting orders.
The hills rose into the dark sky, like sleeping monsters.
All was quiet, except for the gentle whooshing of the sea.
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Wednesday 25 July 2012
The Sunset
The sky was as red as a raspberry,a giant orange sun shrinking behind the hills.
The sea was calm, like a big blue blanket.
The trees stood tall, like soldiers awaiting orders.
The hills rose into the dark sky, like sleeping monsters.
All was quiet, except for the gentle whooshing of the sea.
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It was a beautiful sunset in Omaha.
The sea was calm, like a big blue blanket.
The trees stood tall, like soldiers awaiting orders.
The hills rose into the dark sky, like sleeping monsters.
All was quiet, except for the gentle whooshing of the sea.
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Wow Lisa! This poem is magic! Similes, metaphors, onomatopoeia... beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love your sunset poem it is a vivid description of the amazing sunset. Remember, we all looked at the sky that day and said wow! It was so worth writing about and you nailed it! .....Mum
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