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.