Thursday, June 13, 2013


Reefton had a day of thick fog  

and it was still foggy the next morning so out we went for a 
fog adventure!
When we came back in we read two fog poems.
Do you know them?

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.


 In the Fog

Stand still.

The fog wraps you up

and no one can find you.

The fog opens up

to let you through

and closes behind you.

Here are our responses to our fog adventure:

Do you like the fog?
Which poem do you like best?

1 comment:

  1. dear B4
    I don't really like fog because when its foggy its normally cold. It is fun when you are cracking the ice. Crack, crack. I thought fog was the best poem because it said the fog comes on little cat feet. Instead of saying the fog comes.

    What, is your favourite thing to do?

    Warmly Zaria ♥