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Fire, Fire

‘Fire, fire, fire!’ heard Dad croak
I woke and smelt the smoke
My mouth could taste it too
I saw the door, I had to get through
The handle was red-hot to the touch
How would I escape?
I needed to very much
Firemen came to rescue me
I felt as happy as could be.

by Joe Weston (6)
St. Peter's CE Primary School, Colchester


Competition - Sense Poetry

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