It was muddy, it was windy, it was cold, it was awesome!
We have been exploring language in Room 6 at the moment so we decided to write a class poem about our cross country experience.
Check it out:
Cross Country
muddy, filthy
sprinting, slipping, puffing
exhausted.
I reckon that is a good poem. Your experience was very long and the course sounds very intimidating. we had one a couple of months ago it was really de-hydrating. When did all of you do cross country?
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