Hi Blog World!
This week we have been posting about The Viewer (a book).
This is a Poem about the part when Tristan come's across a DUMP and we had to write a poem about it.
I was walking down the path and it started to get dark
I tripped over a piece of mouldy film
I had fell into a hole of disgusting garbage
All I could see is that people did not care of pollution
I heard children crying because they did not have a roof under their heads
I saw a mysterious light I thought it would be good
I brought the children with me to the light