My visit to the eels.

Swiftly,

 lurking below tranquil waters.

 Rope tugging,

 every so often.

 Earthy smells from,

 All directions.

 A nippy touch of coldness,

As the water flows softly.

Long dark shadow emerges,

From way down deep.

By Kaelyn

On the 27 of August Room 4 went to the Hustlers to see the long fin eels. We saw 4 big eels and we fed them fresh venison with our hands. We got back to school and were wrote about them. I wrote a free verse poem.