My beard stubble is grey
your chin is young smooth
but we all look the same
to an alien.
I'm taller
You're shorter
but we're both small
in front of basketball player towers,
and never ending space.

I like touch rugby,
thinking about God,
my gorgeous wife and children,
opening my eyes to new things
and a thousand other likes,
Your thousand passions
are as different as sand grains,
but we both have tastes.

I hate graffiti
the civil war in that country
Not being able to connect with others,
Your hates are
as different to mine
as snow flake patterns.

If everyone was the same
our colour would be grey
and if nobody understood differences
our colour would be black
Can we be rainbows?

WALT:
To communicate experiences, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:

• Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves
• Use a wide range of contrasts in the poem
• Use commas to set the rhythm of the poem
• Short interesting thoughts, one per line
• Unnecessary and small words cut out.