Jim, the Mysterious Old Man

Shared Class Spine Poem

 

Jim, the mysterious old man

The mysterious man appeared from the dark.

His bloodshot eyes like the blood moon, daydreaming.

Bushy wild eyebrows tire.

Many deep wrinkles smiling like the sun.

His scrappy beard is as grey as an old weathered shack.

Student authors: Grace, Hosanna, Myles and Marli

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