This week in school I made this feeling thing.

 

I wrote this poem

 Feeling    7.10.24 

I felt sad when the breeze blew through my bones in a gentle way. 

I sat up at the dawn of night and I felt scared, not of the dark, what is in the dark. 

I felt annoyed when I heard them chat loudly, their voices flowed into my ears and did not come out. 

She sat up and was petrified, the day she had was cold, icy, and dangerous. 

I was worried when I heard nothing in my noisy house, absolutely nothing, where had they gone, my family, my friends, my whole life.  

I felt happy when the sun beams bounced about the wet field on a cold day. 

 

I made this kilt.