One day Nana signed me up for a poetry contest. It had to be about being invisible and it had to have a rhyming pattern. No one could help me with it. I felt excited and nervous at the same time; what would I do? How would I write it? I finally got a line down and then I was on a roll. Writing poetry is difficult because you have to make the rhyming pattern and it has to tell a story, but still be a poem. I made lots of changes to it, and it was finally finished. My completed poem went like this:
The Amazing Invisible Dream (written by P.J.) One mysterious night I had a dream. I went downstairs and made my sister scream. She was braiding her mannequin’s colorful hair, and suddenly realized she wasn’t alone in there. I ran out of the room to find my mother. On the way I looked in the hall mirror and exclaimed, Oh Brother! It seemed as if my dream had come true! What was I going to do? Feeling excited and sad at the same time, Then I hear my clock’s beautiful chime. Suddenly I realize that the dream isn’t real. That was a surprising but exciting, fictional ordeal.
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