Poetic Writing - Home Run

For writing our classes writing focus was Poems. We had to write about a sport and I chose to do softball. So as you can see below is my Descriptive Poem that I have written about Peaceful Play. Hope you enjoy my poem!

Home Run

It’s a Summer morning and the game is about to begin,

The final group chat before the game.

Sitting silently still,

Feeling the grass tickling my legs as I anxiously try to think of different ways to reach home base.

  I step up to the plate, take a deep breathe and look straight into the pitcher's demanding eyes,

my stomach soon develops butterflies.

I start to question myself, “Will I hit the ball?.......

Will I even make it to the first base?”

I could see a slight smirk on the pitcher’s face while she launches the ball into mid air making it head straight to my bat  as fast as lightning then

WOOSH!

The ball goes zooming across the field while the bat flew right behind me.

I started to sprint towards the first base as fast as a cheetah while trying to not let the helmet fall off since it didn’t grip tightly on my head.

At the corner of my eye I see my team cheering me on from the sideline.

I passed the first base and start running towards the second base.

I see my opponents running towards me with the ball in their hands.

I up my game and start running even faster as if I’m running for my life.

I could see them getting closer and closer.

The suspense shocks straight through my whole body.

I pass the second base and onto the third.

The adrenaline all around my body makes me excited yet so determined to get to home base.

I pass the third base and start running for home base.

I feel anxious to get there.

I see the other team throw the ball to the backstop.

Pressure kicks in while I’m running.

I get closer and closer just like the ball in the air.

Three more steps and

KSHHHH!

I slide in just seconds before the backstop catches the ball.

I stand up with joy while trying to keep the victory in and just walk right to the back of the line.

My Descriptive Writing

HappyEaster

One Easter morning the sun was shining brightly over the clouds and the breeze was flowing and drifting peacefully in the nice blue sky.

Everybody was rushing downstairs to eat breakfast when they can smell hot cross buns and freshly homemade pancakes with a drizzle of maple syrup that their next door just made from the maple tree near by.

After everyone finished breakfast everybody just rushed out the door and went out the backyard where all the Easter eggs were hidden ,they were going to play a game of Easter hunting.

It was very hard for the little ones but the older ones shared with the little ones and some of the little ones found some themselves.

After everyone had found all the Easter eggs in the backyard.

Then it was starting to get dark so everybody got inside washed themselves and went to bed but before they went to bed they were told what Easter really is about while they were eating Easter eggs.

Easter is all about how Jesus died for our sins because if he didn’t die for us we wouldn’t even be born and did you also know that Jesus’s hands was nailed on on a cross.

Then after three whole days Jesus lived again and came back alive and Mary who was Jesus’s mother was so cheerful to see her son again.The End

So the children learned that Easter isn’t about all the chocolate its was about Jesus and why he died for our sins.

So they had the most fun Easter they’d ever had in there whole entire life and never forgot the story of Easter and told it to their children when they were grown up.Also their children passed on the story to their own children and it went on and on and on until they all died it was just like the movie The Travelling Pants.