Thursday, 17 March 2016

Cold
My face was as cold as ice.It was so cold that I could not hardly move.When I talk to myself I can see the smoke of my breath in the air.It is a hard journey to the top of the mountain.I force myself to make it.But I hit my knee on a rock and I started crying.My tears went in to ice and hanging off my face.It was like -100 degrees I was walking like a penguin.I'm wearing a warmest things I could get but it still does not help me with the cold.I am so close to the mountain top.This is it I am only a few metres away from the top of the mountain I take a breath.Only 3 more steps they are the hardest steps I have ever done.But I made it Yes I am the first person to ever climb Mount Everest !!!!!

3 comments:

  1. Hi,opal
    you used alot of good punctuation in your poem,story
    bye:wenerata 8D

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  2. Hey, Good punctuation and good descriptive pieces :)

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