Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Thinglink Poetry
WALT: Write a cinquin poem. Today we had to collect a leaf and use the leaf to create a picture. Then we had to write a poem about what we turned the leaf into. Hover over my bullet point to read my poem.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Soldier-Moment in Time
WALT: Use adjectives (describing words) to make our writing interesting to the reader.
We pretended we were a soldier in the war, using our senses to describe what it was like.
I saw...ginormous tanks blowing by rocket launchers and bombs
I heard...people dying by a blast from soldiers firing bullets
I felt...blood dripping down on my back sliding down on the stony dirt ground
I wondered...if I could survive living in the war
We pretended we were a soldier in the war, using our senses to describe what it was like.
I saw...ginormous tanks blowing by rocket launchers and bombs
I heard...people dying by a blast from soldiers firing bullets
I felt...blood dripping down on my back sliding down on the stony dirt ground
I wondered...if I could survive living in the war
Monday, April 14, 2014
Summer Poem
Remember that time
you saw people diving under the big as waves
people running across the burning hot sand like their pants are on fire
and lots of people's ice cream mating down the happy chins.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you felt the hot sand burning down on your red face
or slimy seaweed touching your feet
and the freezing cold bucket of water.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you heard like the cool fun songs on the radio
waves crashing on the rocks making bigger waves
and noises from people's decks having parties at the beach.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you smelt nice fresh juice
sheep poo in the paddocks
or the petrol from the gas station.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you tasted nice creamy chocolate cake
lollies from the shops
or tasty juice.
That was summer.
you saw people diving under the big as waves
people running across the burning hot sand like their pants are on fire
and lots of people's ice cream mating down the happy chins.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you felt the hot sand burning down on your red face
or slimy seaweed touching your feet
and the freezing cold bucket of water.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you heard like the cool fun songs on the radio
waves crashing on the rocks making bigger waves
and noises from people's decks having parties at the beach.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you smelt nice fresh juice
sheep poo in the paddocks
or the petrol from the gas station.
That was summer.
Remember that time
you tasted nice creamy chocolate cake
lollies from the shops
or tasty juice.
That was summer.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
A Moment in Time-Tabloids
I saw lots of nice parents cheering us on.
I heard lots of birds whistling.
I felt happy because I had lots of fun racing my friends in a sack.
I wondered if I got three in a row on the blue dot and the red dot and the yellow dot.
I heard lots of birds whistling.
I felt happy because I had lots of fun racing my friends in a sack.
I wondered if I got three in a row on the blue dot and the red dot and the yellow dot.
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