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Thursday, 20 October 2011
Year 5 Able Writers
Pupils from year 5 attended an able writers enrichment group in Tenterden on 19th October. They had a great time and produced some lovely work. Please read their contributions below.
Feel free to praise and comment.
5 comments:
SAMUEL BRIDGER
said...
THE SPOOKY WOOD
The hoot of an owl The buzz of a bee The squawk of a hawk The cheep of baby yellow chicks The knocking of a woodpecker The spooky sounds of a ghost The moo of a cow The scattering of spiders The cuckoo of a cuckoo The graceful,shining moonlight rising upon the gloomy,coal-black trees.
This is a wild leaf which floated one day, miles and miles and miles away, he went to India to have a dance and did graceful back-flips over to France. But this time he didn't have a dance. He twirled and fluttered to the Rain Forest and crunched into a bear called Boris.
A mire of maltesers A bush of bananas A track of tarantulas A den of disaster A pond of pumpkins A swamp of sandwiches A glade of gummy bears A tree of treats and a Shrub of shells
5 comments:
THE SPOOKY WOOD
The hoot of an owl
The buzz of a bee
The squawk of a hawk
The cheep of baby yellow chicks
The knocking of a woodpecker
The spooky sounds of a ghost
The moo of a cow
The scattering of spiders
The cuckoo of a cuckoo
The graceful,shining moonlight rising upon the gloomy,coal-black trees.
THE END
CROCODILE DOZE
Sleeping,
floating,
legs out flat.
Peeping,
gloating,
who's he looking at?
Light,dark,day and night
please don't let me start a fight
but not at night.
THE END
A LEAF'S ADVENTURE
This is a wild leaf which floated one day,
miles and miles and miles away,
he went to India to have a dance
and did graceful back-flips over to France.
But this time he didn't have a dance.
He twirled and fluttered to the Rain Forest and crunched into a bear called Boris.
THE END
FOREST OF FUDGE..
A mire of maltesers
A bush of bananas
A track of tarantulas
A den of disaster
A pond of pumpkins
A swamp of sandwiches
A glade of gummy bears
A tree of treats
and a Shrub of shells
THE END
Fantastic writing Sam.. ring your friends in year 5 that went were there at the able writers day and tell them to add something too...
A mire of maltesers and a den of disaster... sounds like my daughter's bedroom...
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