Thoughts of a head of hair

This is my poem called: Thoughts of a head of hair. I hope you like it :)

                                  Thoughts of a head of hair    

I am a head of hair

You wash me twice a week

I know it is hard to not pull me out when you brush me

I lose 1000 bits of me every day

So you need to be a bit more careful

Please can you brush me more often so I don’t get as knotty

I like it when you ride on your bike and the breeze goes through your hair and gives me a breeze of fresh air

 It is great to be a head of hair

By Bree   

My poem

This is my poem (the scooter) We had to make a poem. That was something that was a part of me. I chose my scooter

The scooter  by me (Bree)

I have always been a Lucky child

When I  was nine

my parents gave me a blue scooter.

I couldn't believe that

It was mine `

bright blue it was

yes it was.

It was an M.G.P.

I rode it to school

almost every day to school and back.

It would ride smoothly

It would be my pride and joy.

I have always taken care of it.  

I try not to get it dented

or scratched  

I love my scooter

and sometime it loves me

Every so often I fall off

but I don’t blame the scooter

it is not his fault.

I can never wait until

I can ride it to

school  tomorrow.