Tuesday, 21 June 2016

rhyming poem

I woke up in the morning and go for a walk. I make it to the fortes. I found a map and followed the map until I got to a lake.

I thought to myself “how do I get over”. I made a raft out of a bath.I jumped right in all four limbs. I drift right over with sum clover. I saw a rabbit next to a sandpit so I walk over with the clover. Fed the rabbit then led the rabbit back to the lake.

I hoped into the raft made of a bath, drifted right over with the clover and the rabbit. I found the map found it bake just in time for dinner.

Monday, 21 September 2015

The Snow

It was a Friday afternoon when, “Come on Keaton! We’re going to miss it!” shouted Dad. “This is the last chair up the mountain.” “I’m coming! I’m coming!” 
We made it to the last chair. “I love riding the chairlift.” 
“What's that sound?” 
“Look! It’s a waterfall, but where is the water coming from?” 
“It’s coming from .................!"