One day I was with my Mum and brother at the beach. My brother fell off a mini cliff. He said, in a worried voice, he was stuck. I grabbed him and I got towed in. We were trapped. I was shaking with fear. We tried to get out but we couldn't. It was high tide. We were soaking. My Mum grabbed me but forgot my brother. I grabbed my brothers hand and pulled him up while Mum held my waist. I felt happy after I had rescued my brother.
By Symone
hey SYMONE i liked how you used the word worried because it talks about how you feel.
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hey symone. love the poam that you writed i liked it vety much.I think your poam shoud be in a book that has all the best poams in the world. Oh and one more thing i like your poam it amazed me thank you.
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