Alana

= Lady from Nelson, Limerick Poem = 

__ Flying Simile Poem __ Floating like in space, Drifting like the clouds, Peaceful as a baby, Undisturbed – there’s no sound,   __**Space Alliteration**__ = = = Tracy Turtle  = “Quick, hurry, get to the water before those pesky seagulls get us.” I anxiously shouted to my many hundred brothers and sisters. I am Tracy the turtle and I am nearly one hour old. I am exceedingly thankful that I made it to sea alive because numerous turtles don’t survive. Kelly my sister and my best friend is abiding with me and the first place we are designated is the famous Mount Maunganui beach. “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are ...” “Kelly quiet down!” I furiously scream. “Sorry Trace,” she gently murmurs. Thankfully she is beginning to quiet down. “Tracy?” “Yes,” I say annoyed. “Um, look slowly to the left.” Kelly whispers. “Aaaaaargh! A shark! Ok,” I squeak as frightened as a mouse. “The plan is to speedily dart into those coral weeds over there that are as thick as a brick. On my count ... one, two, three,” Whooosh! Goes the water. The thrill of rushing water against my face is as delightful and fast as a roller coaster ride in Coral Land. “Ha, ha, ha,” I laugh merrily. “That was fun wasn’t it Kelly. . . . Kelly?” Silence. Suddenly, “Help! Help! Please Tracy, anyone aaaargh!” Well what can I do? If I go out there I could save her life from the shark and at the same time lose my life. “Here I come,” I shout heroically. But it is too late. The shark has gone and the only thing left is a carcass. “Boo, hoo, hoo,” I cry.
 * S** uper, sparkling stars shining and shimmering
 * P** laced, purposely showing the way
 * A** stronauts, amazingly agile floating around
 * C** omets, crazily spurting in all directions,
 * E** verything, everlastingly made by enthusiastic hands

Hesitantly I slowly head towards the Mount beach. I swim and swim and swim. “Waah, waah, waah,” I hear another fish cry. I head towards the noise and I find a clown fish soaked with tears. “Are you okay?” I ask. “No I am all alone and friendless.” He solemnly sobbed. “Well you can be my friend, come with me to the Mount Maunganui beach.” “I guess,” he replied. Many months later we have finally reached my destination. It is beautiful, fantastic and I love it here. So my best clown fish friend Jerry and I have decided to live here. See you! P.S. The reason I needed the beach is because I need to start making a nest!