Sadder then ever,
Smells like dust,
Tastes like tears,
Sounds like sobsÂ
Feels like water in your eyes,
Feel like someones died,
Feels like your hurt,
Sad
This is a poem that I have written in class.   By Amelia
Sadder then ever,
Smells like dust,
Tastes like tears,
Sounds like sobsÂ
Feels like water in your eyes,
Feel like someones died,
Feels like your hurt,
Sad
This is a poem that I have written in class.   By Amelia
On the weekend Mum, Ben and I went to Warrnambool. After we arrived we went shopping, didn’t get much though. Later on that day we walked to the park. We had several goes on the flying fox and then headed on down to the beach.I got my socks wet in the water. The next day Ben went back in his bathers to have a swim. After that we went wale watching, but we only saw one wale. On Sunday morning we packed the car and headedd in to town. There we did some more shopping and finished our 3day stay in Warrnambool.
Plop Plop Plop! Where at doggy school and Porkchop just had to go to the toilet. I pulled out a poopy bag and cleaned it up, found a bin and put it in. First activity was Beanbag chase. I through the beanbag, but Porkchop did not move one little inch.
Where on the farm. Rams coming from one direction and bulls coming in the other, this is the worst stay on the farm ever. If I could swap it for a two week stay in boring old Beachport I would. any time soon I would be some food for animals.
On the last day of July 2008 grades 4,3,6,5 payed $6.30 to go see Horsham Colleges performance “The Wizard of Oz”. I did like it especially the music. I got a bit of a headake during the break because of everybody talking. Probably the best part was near the end when they were in the whitches lair. My favourite character was the Wicked Witch of the West.
A couple of weeks ago Mrs. B came and did an enjoyable activity with us. What we did was traced our hands and on the tips of them we put little characters on the tips. The characters were bullies and each hand was a gang. In the background of the hands was a setting of where the gang would hang out. I really enjoyed ding these hands. Why don’t you give it ago?