Tuesday 28 June 2011
Monday 27 June 2011
Sunday 26 June 2011
Brannen's Descriptive Writing
As lava flows its light will glow, and when the animals suffer they talk to each other. Their last seconds of life is the edge of a knife. As the fire reaches them it engulfs them in flames.Just one more life that has beem claimed.
Tuesday 7 June 2011
Hope's Poem
The Ocean
Aqua waves are like flowing koru creeping towards the sand.
Golden sand is like shattered glass sparkling on the ground.
Speeding boats are gleaming pearls bobbing on the calm water.
Fluorescent coral is like underwater rainbow trees sitting amongst the clear water.
Slimy seaweed is like a grey eel wriggling through the smooth rocks.
Ragged rocks are like sharp ice cutting at my feet.
Dainty creatures are like small feathers drifting through the wind.
Warm sand dunes remind me of my puffy cushions gathered on my bed.
Aqua waves are like flowing koru creeping towards the sand.
Golden sand is like shattered glass sparkling on the ground.
Speeding boats are gleaming pearls bobbing on the calm water.
Fluorescent coral is like underwater rainbow trees sitting amongst the clear water.
Slimy seaweed is like a grey eel wriggling through the smooth rocks.
Ragged rocks are like sharp ice cutting at my feet.
Dainty creatures are like small feathers drifting through the wind.
Warm sand dunes remind me of my puffy cushions gathered on my bed.
Saturday 4 June 2011
Sophie's Poem
The Beach
Crashing waves are like the cold sea’s fury, waiting to push surfers off their boards.
Slimy seaweed tickles my fingers, like little wriggling worms in the dirt.
Pretty sea shells scattered on the glistening beach are like shining stars resting in the night sky.
Prickly little crab pinches are as spikey as a stone fish piercing my hands as I search for more.
Little feathery clouds are like soft fluffy towels from a faraway land like Heaven.
Crashing waves are like the cold sea’s fury, waiting to push surfers off their boards.
Slimy seaweed tickles my fingers, like little wriggling worms in the dirt.
Pretty sea shells scattered on the glistening beach are like shining stars resting in the night sky.
Prickly little crab pinches are as spikey as a stone fish piercing my hands as I search for more.
Little feathery clouds are like soft fluffy towels from a faraway land like Heaven.
Thursday 2 June 2011
Daisy's Poem
The Wonders of Spring
Beautiful flowers are like Mum’s perfume brightening the world.
New-born lambs are like little feathers, basking in the sunlight.
Flying birds are like flowing rivers, soaring through the air.
Green grass reminds me of Grandma’s shirt welcoming the new season.
Warmish water is like dripping showers heating the day.
Blue skies are like smooth seas, smiling at everyone.
The blazing sun reminds me of friends laughing, enjoying each other’s company.
Exciting swims are like pouring waterfalls, splashing the day away.
Beautiful flowers are like Mum’s perfume brightening the world.
New-born lambs are like little feathers, basking in the sunlight.
Flying birds are like flowing rivers, soaring through the air.
Green grass reminds me of Grandma’s shirt welcoming the new season.
Warmish water is like dripping showers heating the day.
Blue skies are like smooth seas, smiling at everyone.
The blazing sun reminds me of friends laughing, enjoying each other’s company.
Exciting swims are like pouring waterfalls, splashing the day away.
Wednesday 1 June 2011
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