In 1928 , A crew of four men flew for the first time across the tasman from Australia to New Zealand . One of the men on board the Southern Cross Airplane was a New Zealander named T.H McWilliams . His job was to operate the radio in the airplane . Unfortunately , The radio stopped working shortly after takeoff and the rain and ice were so heavy that the pilot , Kingsford Smith, Couldn't see out his front windscreen . Fortunately , The Plane made it all across the tasman and had landed safely in christchurch after a 14 hour trip .
My job is to write a poem about it if I were a member of those four people . So . Here it is.
In charge of the radio , Couldn't get something better . But I think it was better than writing letters .
It was a fine flight , but going through the cold felt like a fight . Kingsford couldn't see out his windscreen . Right about now someone would have wanted to scream.
But we landed safely , and that is that . Luckily we got through that blizzard like attack.
Hi LJ,
ReplyDeleteWow! I really liked your poem! I liked it because you managed to keep your written relevant to the theme whilst making some rhyming words. Furthermore this post shows that you have a good understanding on how to write a narrative poem to tell a story.
Very well done indeed!
Kia Kaha,
Patricia