Thursday, 27 November 2014

Amelia - rhyming reasons

iphone !

The new device was coming 
in fact was already there
all the kids were running 
wanting to get their fare
begging all their parents
asking all their friends 
the new iphone took over 
right that day and then 

                         Crying  kids were coming 
                         from all the internet 
                         disappointed teenagers 
                         rummaging through their 
                          using all their pocket 
                           walking into town 
                          Although christmas 
                         was coming
                         in  less than a month 
                         or two
                       no one could be patient
                                             not even parents do 

                         but the excitement 
                         came again
                          just before it stopped 
                          I remember just 
                          last weekend  
                         when the iphone 2 
                         went into shops  


Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Mathletics PROS

A few days ago, I came third in NZ for mathletics, and our class was 22nd in the world! ( Couldn't find the screen shot of when we were 14th )

A storm in spring - Brooke & Jani :)

As the sun comes up on a warm sunny day,
All the animals come out wanting to play.
As I wake up to see the flowers bloom 
I grab my sunhat and walk out the room.
When I see what has come across the land
A terrible thunder storm sounding like a marching band.

As I get the milk ready for the baby lamb,
She hears loud noises and starts to scram.
As I take her to her little pen I hear big thumps 
and realize it's angry men.
As I rush to the corner of my cosy house
I hear loud squeaks from a little mouse.

I tell her everything will be fine 
because when the storms over the sun will once 
again shine.
As the hours go past I wonder how long the storm will last.
So I decide to go to bed and when I wake up the storm was dead.
Once again the sun came out and all the baby flowers 
started to sprout.

So everybody lived happily ever after and once
again everybody shouted with laughter.

A Little Boys Summer - Victoria

This week I have been writing poems about the seasons and adding a twist. Since I finished my winter poem before the end of the week, I decided to do another. Here is my summer poem.

As the sun pushes back the dark mysterious clouds. It releases its warmth among the crowds. Soft Ice-cream melts in my mouth, Makes my taste buds, Tingle all over and out. No season can beat the warm sun rays. Nothing can make my love for summer go away. 

People are sunbathing on the beach, But one small boy cannot reach. Reach his togs, Oh so high. His biggest mistake to let it dry. He screamed and yelled, Trying to ask for help. But no one could hear his pitiful yelps.

*Boom* and *CRASH* from across the island. He see's the hot liquid and runs for high-land. Burning material goes up in flames. Scared people screaming out random names. James is worried for the sake of his family. He grows up in a minute, And becomes manly.

Hes about to do something no ones done before. Run into the volcano's hot liquid, While it hisses and roars. He see's a lady struggling to run, Heads to her and hears 

"Please find my son." 

As James furiously looks for the son. He searches through beach house's. Every single one. Not one had a little boy screaming for help. Only a boy standing, With a bleeding mouth. He runs to James all puzzled and sick. Asking 

"We gotta find my mum, We gotta be quick."

James picks up the boy and starts to carry. He asks in advance, 

"Are you ready?" 

The little boy nods and away they go. Running from the hot liquid, Still in flow.

The little boy says 

"Please stop there's my mum." 

James slows down and drops him on his 'bum'. The little boy jumps of his chair. He runs to his mum and says,

"This answers my prayer."

James walks to the ambulance truck. The lady walks to him and gives him a tug.

"Excuse me, Thanks for helping me out. My boy is now happy, No need to pout"

"Your welcome"

James says with a gigantic grin.

"We both gained scars and damaged our shins."

James looks back at the time he had had. He smiles and laughs 

"I was so mad!"

He realises it doesn't matter if your small, He wouldn't of fitted in the beach houses if he was tall. Therefore he saved the son, With very small height. He thinks about saving him every single night. Just because James could not reach his swimsuit. The angle it had was acute. But no James is proud he could not reach. Its better being small, Walking along a warm beach.

All The Camp Photos