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Tuesday, September 17, 2019

My City Is A Person Poem

He's constantly in pain, under piles of rubble
You can get to him and leave but he can't move
Only the construction crews can get him out
The rubbles moving they're getting closer
A place of shakes, broken buildings, My City Is Christchurch
City of Quakes
The End

The Questions:

What am I learning?
Creative writing.
How does this work show my learning?
You'ld have to be creative to describe a place as a person.
What am I wondering as a result of this learning?
How professionals write so many of these poem things.

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