Room 7 went out yesterday to look at one of our oldest trees in the school grounds. We thought about describing a place somewhere in the school for our writing, so we headed to the tree where lots of children play.
Here are a couple of descriptions about the old tree from some of Room 7 students...
Stones huddling like feet gathered together in a big group. Winding roots twisted and tangled burry into the ground. I could see leaves being thrown around madly by the knotty branches. Moss clinging like birds nests hang to the branches. Rough skin like an elephants back. Finn has left his mark so people will remember him. The old oak tree sits and waits for the next bell to ring.
Mackenzie
The old oak tree sits besdie the tenis court waiting to watch cricket. Stones covering the outside like its haing a spa bath. A lightning strike like a tattoo on its arm. Moss clinging to the old oak tree. The scar unlocks secrets from when it was little.
Josh
Come in and read some more in our writing books in Room 7!
