Friday, 28 October 2016

Into The Cave

Walt: write a narrative

Walt: demonstrate understanding of a number of strategies and skills for writing.

Image Attribution: By Doug Knuth from Woodstock, IL (Son Doong-47) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

Walking through a magnificent dark cave were three best friends, and their names were Cacy, Maddie, Teresa. They were trying to get to the other side. Walking deeper and deeper the 3 friends got scared. Suddenly they see three dark shadows ahead of them. They slowly walked closer and closer

So Cacy, Maddie, Teresa kept on walking and walking till they got three different tunnels. “ Oh no, how are we going to get to the other side ” said Teresa. “ Ok” said Cacy, “ We will all split up into each tunnel, and if you find the way out then come out and led the way” said Cacy speaking so fast, and nearly ran out of breath. Teresa replied “ Ok, then LET’S GO”. Splitting up the girls felt scared. “ My cave isn’t is yelled out Cacy, “ So isn’t mine” said Teresa. “ Well, mine is” said Maddi in the middle tunnel. “ Come on Teresa said Cacy.

Heading through the middle was scarey, because it was the darkest tunnel of all. Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, their adventure through the darkest tunnel of all was over. Even do the cave and the tunnel was so dark and scarey the three best friend, Cacy, Maddi, Taresha  had a  good time out on a hike.

Task description: To do this task I had to learn how to writing a full narritive. But only in 40 minutes. I had to write about a group of friends in a cave lost. First I had to do my planning, the Characters, Problem and the End.   

Interpreting Poems

Walt: To write Interpreting Poems 
Tulip Sunday
In the Botanical Gardens
bright tulips
spread out
like a yellow tablecloth
on a table with thousands of legs.
Some tulips
have red lips
and dark black eyes.
They bow and curtsy
in the wind.
By Laura Ranger
The night wind
rips a cloud sheet
into rags,
then rubs, rubs
the October moon
until it shines
like a brass doorknob.
By Judith Thurman
A jumbled sight,
The sheets I write –
High time for paperclips
To take a bite
And clasp them tight
Between bright bulldog lips!
By X. J. Kennedy

The lawnmower
Grinds its teeth
Over the grass,
Spitting out a thick
Green spray;
Its head is too full
Of iron and oil
To know
What it throws
The lawn's whole
Crop of chopped
Green hay.
By Valerie Worth
The sun
Is a leaping fire
Too hot
To go near,
But it will still
Lie down
In warm yellow squares
On the floor
Like a flat
Quilt, where
The cat can curl
And purr.
By Valerie Worth

Task description:To do this task I had to write down ways in which the object describe to make it seem alive.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016