Good job! you made it to level 1! Look at this poem about the legend of Saint George and decide if it’s the way the story goes.
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THE TRUE DRAGON  St George was out walking He met a dragon on a hill, It was wise and wonderful Too glorious to kill *** It slept amongst the wild thyme Where the oxlips and violets grow Its skin was a luminous fire That made the English landscape glow *** Its tears were England’s crystal rivers Its breath the mist on England’s moors Its larder was England’s orchards, Its house was without doors *** St George was in awe of it It was a thing apart He hid the sleeping dragon Inside every English heart *** So on this day let’s celebrate England’s valleys full of light, The green fire of the landscape Lakes shivering with delight *** Let’s celebrate St George’s Day, The dragon in repose; The brilliant lark ascending, The yew, the oak, the rose. |
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