Puppet show

WALT: Ask questions and make connections with the outside world.

room 13

Hello my name is Emma     

I am  11 and im Rm 13

My hobbies are horse riding painting and hanging out with my friends

Sports that i do are netball

My favourite colours are blue and  purple. My favourite Subject at School is maths.

What i think is  Special about greymain School-all the kind people and the people that help me at School like my friend Shakanna and my great teacher.

My pets are my cat Sotty and my dog Cass

Questions- What School do you go to? Where do you live? Do you have a pet in your School  because we don’t?

       

       

describe a picture

The great big green moon is growing.

The trees and flowers are growing on the great big grass.

The sparkling white clouds glowing in the sky.

The creek rushes down to the sea.

The small orange  leaf tree stands alone in the great big land of grass.

The pretty little orange flowers are starting to grow.

The hills fade away in the clouds.

The feel of the grass is nice and soft.

The feel of the water is nice and cold and refreshing.

The wind well fades away in the clouds.

You can smell the flowers from far away.

The smell of the grass is nice and fresh.

The wind blows the leafs of the trees.

The wind blows the clouds in front of the windmill.

You can taste the fresh creek water down your throat.

The green grass keeps on growing.

The moldy green moon covers the blue sky.

The little bumps slow the creek down from going fast.

The flowers get blown around the soft and silky grass from the cold wind.

The grass hasn't been mowed for ages and its still short.

The small black moon is being covered by the sparkling white clouds.

Alliteration

1.’ Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers 2.Rosey rhino went for a swim in a big wet hole 3.Poppy the butter was melted at once 4.Peter piper picked a peck of pickles in pickles fields 5.Alley went down Alleys  Lane

Winter Wonderland Emma

The snow is As bright as- the sun on a hot summers day

The trees are As tall  as- a skyscraper

The snow is As cold as- a big iceberg

The trees are- bent over so much

I am as-small as a mouse compared to the humongous trees around me

The snow is- going crunch crunch whenever i take a step and the snow is  freezing so much

Im freezing and cold i  feel like i'm  in a ice cube brrrr i wish i could be at the beach playing on the hot hot sand and playing in the sea  and swimming around with all the fish but i'm not.Instead i'm in the cold snow and it feels like i'm in Antarctica and its just too cold here i want to go home but i can't because i am here i hate the cold brrrr.The cold is bad you can get sick from the cold that's why i hate the cold  and you should to i HATE THE COLD …………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

MY HOLIDAY WRITING

      MY HOLIDAY WRITING

On the 5th of July my Granddad died from cancer and blood poisoning 

we have been having diner at nanas for a wile me and my sister are going to get nana some gifts if we have anougth money

we have been playing with Jorja and Anya our cousins from Christchurch 

me and my sister went rorlerblading at the cemetery when we got back to dads i fall over and scraped my chin i screamed and cried of course i watched movies on YouTube with dad and Anna at home i played Minecraft its fun and now im back at school with the best teacher ever Miss Leigh i hope Miss Leigh can be my teacher forever 

MISS LEIGH YOUR THE BEST   

    BY EMMA O       

Dear Dairy Writing

Dear Dairy

     life in the trenches

 In the trenches its wet and cold and i can hair the guns shooting above me i am terrified

i jumped out of trenches and started to fight the foe as i fight i am listening to the guns going 

BANG BOOM POW and i am even more terrified and i hope i will survive everyone is geting killed around 

me and my best friend Gorge are the only ones left in our team beacause everyone else got killed by the foe

also the water is blue and the birds  are wisilling in the sky and i will be on my way home an less i die and

the trenches are muddy and there fly infested and rat infested i hope i will be home soon but until then i must

fight the foe wile lisnig to the larks singing in the dark blue sky as the guns go off below and im

coming home very soon but if i die i will not retern because ill be dead