THE WORD ON THE STREET

Alex in Year 4

I see nothing but the cold, cold sea

I hear the wind howling at me

I smell the salt sea.

I think all hell has broken loose

I wish I was in a bed

I believe I will die

I wonder where I am

I hate the sea

I know nothing about the sea

I love home

But I don't think I will ever get back

 

 

 

 

Krush in Year 4

 

I see the murky water wooshing

I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach

I hear the thunder growling

I wish I was not in this ship

 

I beg the wind to calm down

I wonder if I am going to live

I smell the salty sea water

I wish I could go home

 

I hate the horrible wind

I think I might be in heaven

I beg that this is a dream

I shout out

I want to bring down the angry wind

 

 

 

Aarthy in Year 4

 

I see the last glimpse of the horizon, rising behind a clump of trees

I hear thunder banging and waves ringing in my head,

I smell fish, darting here and there between rainbow coral

I feel specks of salty water spray on my cheek

I stroke the wooden rails and peer down and see

Bubbles furiously foaming up with froth

I taste bubbles at the tip of my tongue

I think about my old thatched cottage and four wonderful children

I cry out...