The Earth Poem

He sits there staring at everything, the sparkling stars and the shiny planets they are as shiny as a silver spoon.
He was not well at all he felt really ill.
The thing that was making him feel ill was all the smoke he hated the smell of smoke
He was scared that he might get really really ill, he wanted the people stop letting smoke in the air.
He was scared that he might die

He started to maon to people, people explained to him "stop moaning and groaning."
He was as sad as the sea because people were shouting at him.
He goes on and on moaning and groaning to the people.

He was getting hot and he was starting to sweat.
It was dripping down his back, drip, drip and drip.
He did not like it he was gradually getting sweatery and sweatery.
His ice was going very fast, they were taking away his white freezing cold ice.

by Katie