This week I wrote a poem

Neverbelieve 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I found an ancient old locket embroidered with emeralds and diamonds, that could teleport me with a single click. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I watched the fire-breathers dance and play in the massive caves. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw a singing phoenix, the song could hypnotize anyone who heard it. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I watched the wind dance and sing, it could have swiped someone away. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt a silver, slippery, snake slither past my feet.

 

Jim 

Ever heard of Jim? He lives in a small old house on the top of the snowy hill with his old Boarhound Rocket. Sadly, his father died when he was very young, and his mother ran away so he learnt how to care for himself. He wears a long-ragged top and very big jeans. He works in an old bar at the bottom of the village he lives in. Jim is very polite and always thinks about other people before himself. He loves books and in his spare time he would go and lie on his lumpy bed and read for hours and hours. Annoyingly, for him his birthday is on the 29th of February, so he only has one birthday every four years! Jim loves nature so if he’s not working or reading books, he will be outside. 

I also wrote a description about Jim.

 

We wrote sentences about feelings.