Tuesday 9 January 2018

Crossing the Tasmen

This is my poem about that story "Flying across the sea in the cold breez  can't see through the windsheild 14 hours in the cold air are we gonna make have no fair" Thank you

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  1. Ata Marie Ngapua,
    It’s great to see that you have posted again. I really like the first line of your poem “ flying across the sea in the cold breeze”.It’s good that you have thought about what the men were dealing with and their worries about making it across. How do you think they would have thought when they landed safely in Christchurch? I bet if it was me, I would have been overwhelmed with happiness!
    Keep the great blogs coming!
    -Dani

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