fun fair

I stroll through the excited cluster of people walking towards the 
vibrant lights on the zig-zaging roller coaster I pause at the end of  the line as a cold wintery breeze brushes past me. My sweet candy floss dissolves into a sweet syrup as soon as it hits my tongue it looks like a fluffy pink cloud on a stick. The carnival rides     tumble, twist and flip like a supple gymnast. The loud defining music surrounds me. as i hear the faint sound of some one saying its time to go and i realise how late it is.

WALT create emotion in our writing.

As the poppies grow wild, the men we care for risk their lives fighting for our freedom. Some, under the age of 16, thought it was a chance to see the world. Many didn’t even live that long but they fell with pride, side by side. We Will Remember Them