The slow journey to Lake Ferry

Sheep 
By Katie

It was on the way to Lake Ferry, Room 20 was just enjoying the bus ride.  Suddenly somebody stood up and pointed to the front. “Wow. Look at that! Cool!” Everyone started to get loud. As soon as I realized I stood up and saw the sheep. Even if there was 1 or 2 sheep on the road it was little excitement. But this time… There was hundreds of sheep on the road, behind them there was a dog and a person. The bus stopped to wait. The narrow street and the herd of sheep between us was endless. It looked like balls of cotton squishing and running over each other. “You should take a picture!” I got my  backpack and got the camera. I took a picture through the window. “Coolest and funniest picture ever!” The bus went on. Everyone started to enjoy their bus ride again.
Katie

Sheep Poem

By Liv

A waterfall of wool came bellowing towards us,

There were millions of them leaping this way and that making a big fuss,

Just sheep, charging towards the bus.

In rows of four their tough feet padded the dusty graveled road,

In rows of four they came bundling towards the bus in a load,

In rows of four very tame,

In rows of four not a game.

In rows of four hooves pattering, a river of sheep flowed,

In rows of four declaring Baa in their own unique code,

In rows of four they came,

In rows of four all the same.

Liv