My poem 2

             The Woods

My eyes scrolled up to be delighted by the red dressed forest

The leafs swayed over me like a monkey playing on a branch

I Could feel the golden leafs pat me on the shoulder

The waterfall is a ocean pouring over me 

The magnificent curtain thought a blanket over me as if i was baby 

The guardian trees danced and fighted 

The trees rushed banged and stabbed each other to create dominance

 We have writen leters to fix some problems around the school

This was mine.

Dear Mr Hall                                                                              Makauri school

                                                                                                                                 120 king road 

Our school is amazing but there are problems in it and we room U and B are trying to fix them, my group has chosen to try and fix the flying fox in the senior playground. We have got some solutions as well, and we know that you are quite good at these things,

One of our solutions is to try to take away the scratches on the flying fox by or putting some sort of spay or scraping it off with a wet cloth or something alike, we were thinking if you know about some spray that can help with rust and apply it to the flying fox.

This will help other future generations and we now you will make the right decision for this problem as an adult,you might even get more than this letter asking for help so please help out with the situation we will be thankful so as so many other people in this school. We are a strong school and can make a good time for our little kids in this place!

We do not want to have kids all over the school bored, sad, nothing to do, and if the playground stays the same it will only get worse and in a blink of an eye it will become a nightmare now tell me do want this school to turn into this mess? Because I certainly don't and I think any sane person would not as well so please help out and turn this school into a living dream!

 

Yours sincerely  Livie Isabella Daniel Kiana and Ava

My poem

 The green jungle whispers delighted my ears 

I could remember the sensation of being surrounded by creatures

The aroma of the pink poppies encouraged my nose to inhale it more

The sprint of the cyan matt swerved under me 

My paddling calmed so as my mind  to focus on it 

The bright tree shined through the fog and met my eyes who were enchanted

Pink poppies bloomed as if there were going to explode with joy  

The tree stared at me with focus eyez    👁👄👁