Wednesday, 2 December 2015
Tuesday, 1 December 2015
Monday, 30 November 2015
Cass the Colour Robber
Cass the colour robber went around stealing all the colours and saying
“I’ll have that”. He zapped the colours off the the flowers and the colours
off the bees and the colours off the birds and the colours off the trees.
and he sang … “rat-a-tat-tee rat-a-tat-tan I am a colour robber man”.
Cass the colour robber shouted “rat-a-tat-tee rat-a-tat-tan all these
colours for a colour robber man”.
Cass the colour robber ran down the streets. But everything was grey…
grey flowers, grey trees, grey birds, grey bees. so Cass the colour robber
let out all the colours and everything turned rainbow.
Ialt : Make a diorama.
Posted by Unknown at 14:08
Friday, 27 November 2015
My Beach poem
In the tide line, the empty paua shells lie there. In the sand I stare at the never ending footprints as they stretch out into the distance. Abandoned crab shells. The waves crash down on the sand. The wind howls very loudly in my ears. It is not the best day for a swim.
Posted by Unknown at 14:13