The broken bike stranded in a field,
No one to ride just trying to live it’s life,
Tied to a tree that that won’t let it free,
A seat as hard as a rocks can be,
Handle bars stuck in the same old position,
Not been moved for thousands of years,
Tires as flat as a piece of piece of paper,
Wheel rims as dinted then ever,
The broken bike still stranded in the field.
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1) I really like your poem because it’s got a lot of descriptive words.
2) Did you find it hard to write your poem?
3) Maybe add some more sentences and make them longer.
Good work Oliver and Charlie!
Could you think of any ideas other than ‘dinted’ to change the mood
I think you could improve on the bit where it says no one to ride just trying to live it’s life
Other than that the whole thing I loved it it was so good