Saturday, December 12, 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

We wrote these poems after watching a video called COLONIAL HOUSE!

Busy Mum, too busy
Washing the clothes
In the olden days
It was hard work.
By Ripeka
Dad, good Dad, friendly Dad
Painting ash and oil on the house
In the 1900s
On the roof
To protect the roof from the rain.
By Lewis
Emma, the big girl
Milks cows and looks after the baby
100 years ago
In the forest
They were busy
By Juliet
Lazy little boys
Jumping on the wood
100 years ago
Next to the house
They didn’t want to do any work.
By Nathan
Lazy boy
Going eeling
In the 1900s
By the creek
So we have food to eat.
By Trace
Happy girl
Milking the cow
100 years ago
In the paddock (there was no fence)
So my family can drink milk.
By Rachel
My name is Emma, a lazy girl
Complaining about milking the cow
In the olden days
I helped Mum.
By Nakeyta
Playing baby
Watching Mum do washing
In 1909
In the farm
I do not have any jobs.
By Ryan

Monday, October 19, 2009

Friday, October 2, 2009

Hey I'm Rainbow!

When we were going home in the afternoon we had a flat tyre. Luckily Nakeyta's Dad called Elton helped us.
We got McDonalds for dinner. Then we went to the production.
When we were at the production Nadia was so excited that she shouted, "Production!"
I was happy!
By Rhianna

Sunday, September 20, 2009


Dear Bears,
I am sorry for breaking your chair and sleeping in your bed, Baby Bear. And I ate your porridge. I could fix your chair or I could buy you a new one. I am so, so sorry and I am sorry for not knocking.
From Goldilocks (aka Janice)

Hi Goldilocks' Dad,
your daughter broke my boy's chair. Can your daughter get a job and get our money back so my boy has a chair to sit on? Because his leg hurts!
By Rachel

Dear Bears
I'm sorry for coming into your house without asking.
Can I make dinner or breakfast? I'm sorry your things need to be fixed.
Can I come over sometime to play with Baby Bear?
Love from Goldilocks xoxo
(By Rhianna)

Dear Bears
I am sorry for breaking your bed and chair and eating your porridge. I will ask to come to play with Baby Bear with a bouncy ball and buy everything that I broke. I'm very sorry.
By Lewis

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Spring is

Spring is the time my cat sleeps.
Spring is when flowers bloom.
Spring is when lovely birds are chirping in my ear.
Spring is when blossoms bloom on trees.
By Rebekah