leaf poem

17.05.2017

Edges of the leaf is as pointy As a

Crisnet wicked shiny moon

Leafs coat is as smooth as

A kitten's fur

Falling down like a

Rocket blasting off  

Me myself and I

Looked for a leaf

The drifty leaf was as big as a elephant

Leaf was yellow and brown like a true

Maori

shell writing

Cold hearted shells

On the bare, sandy, lonely bank there was a humongous abandoned rotten shell waiting to be collected. The shell looked crusty, white and mysterious. It felt like a last heartbeat. Then suddenly it screamed out, pulled me closer and said, “I'm in big danger!”

The shell was as light as feather. The shell reminded me of my childhood when me and my family go to the beach and find shells. I find a shell with one last heartbeat to say good bye.

I found my shell at Napier waterfront. there were more and more increasing

On land I think Tangaroa washed the shells up. I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook

I wonder? if the shell could survey and not die of 1 finally heart beat good bye .

fishing for tuna

Fishing for tuna

I was out on the sallow creppy river

Fishing with my uncle.we we're

Just about to pack up

My uncle felt something tug on the line

He pulled with all his might an power

Like playing tug a war

He pulled the long black longfin eel

Up

My uncle also bought a pitch knife

And a knife he

Cut the eel up into

Pieces  and  he cut it up in little pieces

My uncle fried the longfin eel up

And ate it i said did not cut it up the blood splattered everywhere

I was screaming when my uncle killed the eel to death

I was saying that bad after we finished

Fishing we went to get yummy pizza from pizza hut

fantastic writing

Swimming sport when it was fantastic swimming sports at salty girls high the day was like so hot you couldn't even believe how hot is was .I was like finally it's my race yay yay  yay it was as hot as the dessert the pool was as deep as you dig up the ground for a passed away person  the pool was a large like and  elephant .far out it's cold now because when you jump out of the salty deep water there's that cold cold frosty air blowing i'm so cold I ran .back to get my towel and I heard mr white go to me can you hold the white rope please i was like sure I can.

Christchurch fires

The fire spread out of control ohhh noo I need to save these people if i got out I would save my family the people we're screaming i was like nooo I don’t  want theme to burn i can hear theme calling for help i would call 111 for a fire truck an ambulance

Bedroom writing

As I  was coming out of my nice clean dark room the door suddenly slammed into pieces I was    so freaked out I was so terrified my baby brother was crying so loud it woke the whole neighbor hood up ohh no i have to look after my noisy crying annoying baby brother

Mother day writing

Mother day's writing

Sunday the 14 of may was a special

Day for all mothers in New Zealand

As my Mum started to wake up

I had already made my mum breakfast

I cooked my mum steak eggs and fry bread

She love her breakfast in bed

Next time when it's mother's day i'm gonna

To take my mum to  or the movie

At 12.00 0’clock

I went with my 2 best friend Maddie an tekawa

Took me to Rainbow Ends

I had a blast at Rainbow Endz

ocean poem

Crusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be coCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collected I wonder if the shells could severy lleCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collected I wonder if the shells could severy cted the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collected I wonder if the shells could severy

Darth vader

Mr darth vader will always be strong like the rock he will always have his looks

Darth vader stars in .star wars he served galactic  in the republic as a jedi knight he lost his way  and  fell into the dark side. of the force of becoming  darth vader he wears dark bad side clothes we all think we know darth .vader  darth vader as been sitting on the thorns or over 40  years  May the 4 be with you

ocean poem

Crusty shells

Crusty shells

On thCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collected I wonder if the shells could severy

e bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting Crusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collected I wonder if the shells could severy

fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collectedCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collectedvCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collectedCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collectedCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collectedCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collectedCrusty shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collected shells

On the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collectedOn the bare sandy bank there was a large number of shells waiting to be collected the shell look crusty and white the shell pulled me by my warm ear an

Said help i'm in danger  the shell was as light as a feather but as stink as a rotting fish this poem reminds me of my childhood because when we use to collect sad hungry rock at river I found my rock at Napier waterfront the lonely rock must of have been washed up by Tangaroa I think the shells got hit by cyclone cook I wonder if the shells will survey and get collected