The old tree...

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!

Thank you Casey for this poem you wrote at home!

I am the wind!!!

I am the wind that is;
Whipping your face,
Snapping twigs,
Making dust swirl.

I am the wind that is;
Pushing clouds,
Moving birds,
Pulling your hair.

I am the wind that
makes turbines spin.

I am the wind!!!

Casey

When Jack Frost arrives,
he covers the school field with a crusted white blanket,
he bullies the playgrounds leaviong them to drip,
he dips leaves into the brown sugar.

Eliza

When Jack Frost Arrives By Emma

When Jack Frost arrives,
he chucks a crystal white sheet over the school grounds,
he squeezes the water fountains and spoils it for the children at school,
and he blows an icy note across the grass.

When Jack Frost arrives,
he dips leaves into a pot of icing sugar,
he hangs sharp icicles on edges of leaves,
and he scrunches the leaves with his icy hands until they have crispy edges.

Emma

Jack Frost

Jack Frost has been visiting again this week! The children of Room 7 were out with their jottings books on Thursday morning, jotting everything they noticed about the frost.

We have been learning to show not tell in our writing. The children know that they need to look closely at things to desrobe exactly what they look like.

Some of the children decided to write poems about Jack Frost. They have read other poems and borrowed ideas on how to write a poem. They used some ideas in their own poems.

You can come in an read some more from their writing books in Room 7!

Blog Site

Come and check out Ethan's Blog Site...

http://prehistoricmayhem.blogspot.com/

Have fun!

A story from Thomas!

Hurricane in England

Miss McLeary tells us what were doing for writing "we are writing about hurricanes today." The next day Ethan is in England playing out side. Just as he was about to go inside a hurricane covers England; "aahhhhh cry's Ethan as the hurricane sucks him up. In an hour he reached the eye of the hurricane "Im dizzy" said Ethan "That was a close one said Ethan". An hour later the hurricane is still spinning Ethan around. After 5 hours the hurricane drops Ethan to the ground. "Ouch" said Ethan. The next day at Hawea Flat School every one is talking about the hurricane and Ethan was back at school "Ethan would you like to share" said Miss McLeary "yes please" said Ethan.

By Thomas