Monday, 26 August 2013

Gregory's excuse letter

Dear Mrs Mitchell, my son Cam went into his magic wardrobe to make him feel better. But it made him a ghost and if he runs he disappears and comes back at the start. He will never finish. He will go back to his wardrobe. Where It will make him a normal person. 
From Dr Irvine.

                                                                                                                                                 













The tree


My leaves looks like soldiers battling the 
Cold. My branches are as tough as a rhino .The tree stiaks .My moss is as soft as a blanket. My trunk is us head is a rock .My leaves are the skinniest thing in the world


How to get to the chicken area from rm ten

1. Walk out the door. 2. Turn right.3.  Walk down the hill.4. Walk past the court.5. Turn left. 6. Walk past the pool 7.  Walk at the back of the living room.now your  there! 
By Alyssa.

Scitter,scatter

Scitter,scatter the leaves are falling from the lovely tree.Prickly horns are growing up to the sky,the leaves are sharp like a t-rex eating his dinner.Spicky branchs fall from the tree.The tree feels like a soft pillow I am sleeping on.I love the tree because it gives us fresh air I really love the tree by lexin

Tree poem

I stand tall holding my leaves for there 
My tear drop leaves are holding on as the wind blows them around the place.
A army of moss surrounds me.
I am a tall shade cloth blocking the sun.
I have reindeer antlers reaching to the sky.
My branches are thousands of witches fingers.
I represent TuTangata.
I am proud of that.




Cross country letter

Sansberry road 321

Dear mrs Mitchell,

Cameron was babysitting a lamb and he got a lamb flu.He keeps on saying maaaaaa.He's grown a tail and keeps on face planting.

From Jenny. 

My tree stands tall

My tree stands tall but smells horrible its crooked like an old lady. It's as tall as the sky tower like a playground for monkeys. He will stand strong with his big roots like old wrinkly feet. He's so lonely he has no friends.

Ben