This week Y5/6B wrote some fantastic sentences for the pictures above.
The murky hands of death, reaching out.
Gloomy, no colour, starved.
Hope, crushed by death.
The roads are ending, death has been revealed.
The poor child, in poverty and illness, laying there, stuck, to the dusty ground.
Suffering from hunger, deaths hands encroach on his weak body.
The baby is crying, sadly to her poor mother, the mother is trying to make her upset baby comfortable in his starvation.
The body, disintergrating until there was no more of the woman there once was.
Sad, upset, what can they do? Can they live,will they die? Not enough food, not enough drink, someone help them!
As thin as a stick the hungry child lays on the dusty blanket.
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