Friday, November 4, 2016

Harry's Calendar Art 2016 Inspired by Romero Britto


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Kate's Calendar Art 2016 Inspired by Romero Britto


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Patukino's Calendar Art 2016 Inspired by Romero Britto


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Conner's Calendar Art 2016 inspired by Romero Britto


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Kingston's Calendar Art 2016 inspired by Romero Britto


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Justins Art 2016 inspired by Romero Britto


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Room 8's Photo on Friday, 4 November 2016


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Room 8's Photo on Friday, 4 November 2016


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Room 8's Photo on Friday, 4 November 2016


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Monday, April 4, 2016

Writing By Conor



My Hiding Place

I stay tucked up in a ball.
'Pit, pat, pit, pat'.
"Oh no, he's coming!"
I whispered.
I got up
As quick as a cheetah
and sped to
a secret pathway.
My window is up there.
I love to hide there.
I was under the deck.
Then there was nothing!
It was amazing
He didn't find
Me.

WOULDN'T THAT BE SOMETHING
What if you woke one morning
To find your sheets
Were made of candyfloss.
And my brother Oscar
Called you by paper plane
To go sky-diving
And have a parachute.
Suppose the penquin
promised
"As soon as winter is finished
we'll skip right into summer".
So we can go to the beach.
Wouldn't that be something.

THE BEANSTALK
Beanstalk growing
Heart pumping
Eyes staring
Clouds swaying
Body shaking
Feet slipping
Arms stretching
No longer
Mouth closed in a circle
Eyebrows up,
Intense white snow.
A mist rising over Jack
And guess what he saw?
He found himself in giant land.
The grass was vast
"Do they ever mow the grass?" he thought.
The giant might see him
And think there is an ant in his pants.
"FE, FI, FO, FUM "
I see an ant in pants
In the intense white snow.
Jack is sub-zero and warm
because he was wearing
Long clothes.







 

Thursday, March 24, 2016

We have been writing stories using our creative juices. We hope you enjoy them. Please comment then we will know we are writing for an audience.

Big Boots
By Jade
Giant
Stamping
Noisy
Boots
Jack
Climbing
Beanstalk


Up in the air jack
by Harry
The beanstalk is
Getting eaten
By a giant.
The giant is
Looking for
Jack.
I am Jack.
I can see
Up.




The Beanstalk

by Jessica

Hands stretching

Legs crawling

Eyes looking

At the giant’s face

Face still

Giant still

Head looking

Left and right

Elbows straight

Bean growing

Enormous stalk

Enormous boots

Tied laces

Huge socks

Grass high

The giant

Yelled

“FE FI FO FUM !”
        

                                                                                                     



Wednesday, March 23, 2016

We have been writing about a special place we visit. We hope you enjoy reading our stories.

My Special Place
by Tyson
I saw my Koro at his grave.
It was very sad.
It was good to see him.
That was
my first time
I have seen him.
 
 





Tuesday, March 22, 2016

We have been writing stories using our creative juices. We hope you enjoy them. Please comment then we will know we are writing for an audience.


Climbing up the Beanstalk
By Drew
Once upon a time
There was a boy
Called Jack.
He found
Some beans
But they were
Not ordinary
Beans.
They were
MAGIC Beans.
They grew
And grew 
Jack started
To climb
Up and up.
He went.
His arms stretched
To the next
Bow.
Finally
He reached
The top.
He heard
The world’s
Biggest voice
FE FI FO FUM!!
I smell
Someone!!
It smells
like a
little human.
To eat.
After all
That climbing
Jack felt
Tired.
He found a soft piece
Of grass
To lie on.
Then
He woke
Up suddenly
To find
A ginormous
Giant.
He stared
Nervously
Eyes fixed
On the giant.
He was
Very alarmed
What is going
To happen
To me?

Jack thought.                                                                                                 

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

We have been writing stories using our creative juices. We hope you enjoy them. Please comment then we will know we are writing for an audience.





cLIMBING TO THE CLOUDS

Climbing hands
And Legs
Climbing
Big boots
Laces
Stomping grass
On the clouds.
MAGIC!!
Jack looked
At the Giant’s
Eyes.
PETRIFIED.

By Samuel