Hermits
The itch from my unshaved beard
As I read my book in boredom
sand pouring down as hours go by
wind howls and the chill creeps through
Deep, deep in the dark dark cave lurks a hermit
Limited accessories he sits and waits
He hides away in his shell and eats of what he has 
Hi Grace,
ReplyDeleteI am a student that attends Panmure Bridge School. I think your work on hermeit was great. I think you should add in a blurb to explain waht you have learned from this peom. Did you create the picture ?. Great job Grace. Keep it up!
Greetings Grace,
ReplyDeleteWhat an outstanding blog post from you. I like the way you've added a piece of art to make your blog post look great.The poem you wrote sounds really interesting.Next time you should probably add a blurb, but everything else looks great to me. Did you create this piece of art?
Nice Work.