Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Norm Hewitt one of the family 2013
Yesterday we had Norm Hewitt an ex-all black was in to do a SPCA presentation called one of the family 2013. It about animals and how being cruel to animals leads to being cruel to people. It was a very sad, funny and very inspirational presentation that showed us how animal helped him get through the tough times in his life and that animals have many of the same emotions we do.
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
camp senses poem
Thornton beach camp
Wobbling, blurring heat waves above the sand as I stretch out on the golden beach
The fresh, salty scent of the sea as I watch the waves crash to the sandy shore
The treacherous, strong wind rattling trees and bowling over tents
The luxuriously soft, wet sand squelching between my water wrinkled toes as I dash up and down the beach collecting creamy white shells
Sweet, burning milo spread its tingling sensation across my tongue
I think I just had the best camp ever.
playground
This is a photo taken on our new playground we have spider web which we are on, a rock wall, two sets of monkey bars and lots of other cool stuff.
high jump
This is me doing high jump on athletics day I did not do very good on high jump but I got 4th in the 8oo meters for girls.
bio poem
Bridget
Artistic, chocoholic, fidgety
Wishes to dance in the royal New Zealand ballet
Dreams of living in candy land
Wants to be a ballet teacher
Who wonders what animals would say if they could talk
Who fears getting stuck in a small tunnel
Who is afraid of spiders
Who likes chocolate
Who believes you should try until
you succeed
Who loves my pets, family and
chocolate bunnies
Who plans to have my own ballet studio
I like myself I’m glad I’m me
Monday, 26 November 2012
war senses poem
Struggling
The deathly red, orange flames of destruction light up the night sky.
The horrid stench of smoke and rotting bodies
is all around me as I fire my gun.
The sound of gun shots in my ears with a ringing
noise that overwhelms me and brings me to tears.
Eerie loneliness penetrating my thoughts but also the
tingling warmth of pride.
Rubbery bitterness of gun powder and ash that drifts through the air in constant streams filling my lungs, leaving me breathless.
I think my struggle will pay off in time.
Bridget
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