Rushing through the country side on my way to Venice
Once I arrive I see the flat red roofs and the spiked tops of churches
the sound of water rushing through my ears
getting on a gondola to cross the water of the grand canal
with tourists from around the world getting ready for the masquerade parade
boats moored to the side of the roads of water
sounds of cars replaced by the sound of church bells ringing
crossing bridges in the burning sun
holding melting ice cream or gelato
that's right geellllllaaaaaatttooooooooo.
A great effort Noah! This is excellently pictured due to the details about the distinctive appearance of Venice - of its architecture, bridges and boats. Though there's a hint that it's the ice cream that the poet is most excited about.
The Rocky Mountain Rocket by James B
My name is Professor Brown Bear ,travelling through the Rocky Mountain.
Relaxed without a care.
Head out the window looking for brown bears.
The cold wind running through my hair.
In the distance I can see snowy mountains.
Below them there is a forest of pine trees.
I can smell the air, fresh and lush.
There are 10 carriages in front, with the steam from the hardworking engine bellowing past my window.
The carriages are rocking and rolling up the mountain towards the top.
I am excited to arrive at the top.
I hope to see a brown bear out there.
When I step outside the air is fresh and the sky is clear blue.
Outside the wooden station are a pack of Elk munching the berries on a bush.
I saw a brown image out of the corner of my eye, grabbing the camera, thinking it’s a bear, but then I see the gigantic antlers of an elk!
Great effort! What I love about this poem is how strongly it evokes the sense of the place it's describing. I have been walking and climbing in the White Mountains in the USA, rather than the Rockies, but this poem was able to take me back to being there and re-picture that place in my mind...and the wonderful animals. It also gives a good sense of the thrilling, fast movement in fresh, mountain air. Mr L.