Thursday, 11 June 2015
THE CLOCK TOWER.
Once upon a time there lived a girl in a small village, her dance was so magical it lit the whole world up, then a mean man came one night and took her away, he took her to the clock tower.
She was forced to stay there, otherwise
the whole world would stop just because of her.
One day the girl went outside and touched a balloon but then the world had stopped.
Maybe this was her punishment.
Finally a baloon came in, she caught it.
That day she was sooooo happy.
She was forced to stay there, otherwise
the whole world would stop just because of her.
One day the girl went outside and touched a balloon but then the world had stopped.
Maybe this was her punishment.
Finally a baloon came in, she caught it.
That day she was sooooo happy.
Planing my ideas goal
I think I've done a great job at my goal because I`ve done better work. This is a piece of work I have done:
Soccer
Yes! Its soccer
its soccer oh yeah! Broom went the red as strawberry coloured car, "when are we getting to Cates house," I patiently waited .YAY! we are here; we are at Cates house. Now we are at the lime green soccer field. Hey is that Taylor, Lachlan and Jacob? Should I say hi? Oh na they don’t need me to say hi plus I’m a little scared myself. Oh great Jacob is in my group, dang, oh well I’ll have to put up with it.
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
My AWESOME reading goal.
Thursday, 4 June 2015
Thursday, 7 May 2015
ANZAC DAY POEM
Why do people invent guns when they makes us lose our loved ones,
Bang! the sound goes around and around,
Seeing friends and family going to the ground.
Seeing friends and family going to the ground.
ANZAC
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