Class;7-4.
Title; Counting everything (counting poem).
Did you know that I like to count, I like counting every single thing I see or think of.
I wake up in the night when it is dark and quiet except from some cars, and bird tweet.
I count. I count the stars, I count things I see, I think about some things, and I count them.
I like to count.
In my house I count shoes, pictures. I count the curtains in the sitting room and my bedroom, I also count my clothes in Wardrobe. On my way to school I count. I count bikes, cars, people, posters, houses, mail and shops. Counting brings a smile to my face.
In school I count people (students and teachers). I know that I cannot count them all, but I will continue to count, and count all over again each day. In math class I count numbers, I count numbers to calculate things in class. It is fun.
In geography class, I count the numbers Countries and islands on the map. I do not count the finish but I count them.
As a child I also count down the days until Christmas or my birthday. When it is finally Christmas I count my gifts.
And those afternoons in school trying not to count out loud the minutes and seconds until the dismissal bell rang.
The older I get/got the more I counted the way I need to work on my education. Count the years until I am 18 years old to be able to drive cars and reward my parents.
Then counting the books, I borrow from the library and the words in the books. And counting all the school points I have gotten in my school in my school.
Count the minutes to break, counting the minutes and hours to lunch, counting the time I must do my Home Works. Finally counting how many clubs I must join in my school.
Counting the hours and days until my parents’ wedding anniversary, counting the almost endless night of praying to be successful in life. And last but not list counting years I have spent somewhere. (e.g. in a club or school and places) etc.
I count the keys on my laptop, and I am successful in counting the keys.
I count happy days and sad days. Days in holidays I count them, counting down the few days I have to wright a 500-word poem, counting down to the day we are going to play football in PE I try to count the sand, but it is impossible to count I try to count beach stones, but it is also impossible to count it. To count beach stones it will take a lifetime.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Counting everything I see. Every breath I take.
What I like and love to do is COUNTING!
I see things and I count things.
THE END!!!