Dear Storm
Why do you rattle doors like castanets?
Why do you blow down massive, ancient trees with your cold, icy breath?
Why do you send your army of thunder and lightning, screeching and screaming, banging
and flashing?
Why do you create tornadoes which tear and rip our houses apart?
Why do you send armies of rain pouring and sloping down?
Why do you whip up foamy, splashing waves, which turn into treacherous, dangerous
whirlpools and water spouts?
Why do you send hail thundering down?
Why do you send eerie, spooky typhoons to scare children?
Why do you whip leaves around in colourful tornadoes?
By James
Showing posts with label year 6. Show all posts
Showing posts with label year 6. Show all posts
Thursday, 30 July 2015
Dear Storm by Carol
Dear Storm
Why do you make the wind howl and whistle through the broken branches of ancient trees
with its eerie woodwind voice?
Why do you whip up foamy waves with your spooky thunder song?
Why do you make the rain pour endlessly on my bedroom window?
Why can’t you let us rest peacefully and quietly as we are not disturbing your angry, noisy
tantrum?
Why do you flood the bare streets with your cold, wet tears?
Why do you send cyclones and hurricanes with your frightening, commanding sound?
Why do you rattle loose doorknobs with your icy breath?
Why do you rip down trees like wet, soggy paper, with your scary, strong and freezing
voice?
Why do you send lightning to strike down at houses ever so eerily?
Why do you send rubbish hurtling in every single direction?
Why do you make leaves hang lifelessly on the trees with your wintry breath?
Why do you make the waves rise high and sink ships effortlessly with your dangerous
thunder?
Please write back soon.
By Carol Y
Why do you make the wind howl and whistle through the broken branches of ancient trees
with its eerie woodwind voice?
Why do you whip up foamy waves with your spooky thunder song?
Why do you make the rain pour endlessly on my bedroom window?
Why can’t you let us rest peacefully and quietly as we are not disturbing your angry, noisy
tantrum?
Why do you flood the bare streets with your cold, wet tears?
Why do you send cyclones and hurricanes with your frightening, commanding sound?
Why do you rattle loose doorknobs with your icy breath?
Why do you rip down trees like wet, soggy paper, with your scary, strong and freezing
voice?
Why do you send lightning to strike down at houses ever so eerily?
Why do you send rubbish hurtling in every single direction?
Why do you make leaves hang lifelessly on the trees with your wintry breath?
Why do you make the waves rise high and sink ships effortlessly with your dangerous
thunder?
Please write back soon.
By Carol Y
Dear Storm by Charlotte
Dear Storm
Why do you rattle the blinds like crazy tambourines? Why can’t you be a little quieter so
children can go to sleep?
Why do you send trash can lids soaring through the air like crashing speedboats?
Why do you blow down trees with your cold hard breath?
Why do you brush the leaves off the trees and flip them like an acrobat to the ground?
By Charlotte N
Why do you rattle the blinds like crazy tambourines? Why can’t you be a little quieter so
children can go to sleep?
Why do you send trash can lids soaring through the air like crashing speedboats?
Why do you blow down trees with your cold hard breath?
Why do you brush the leaves off the trees and flip them like an acrobat to the ground?
By Charlotte N
Dear Storm by Brayden
Dear Storm
Why do you rattle the blinds with your cold frosty wind?
Why do you rattle the doors like a band of castanets?
Why do you send rubbish bin lids gliding gracefully through the cold wintery night like a
frisbee?
Why do you whip up waves that tower over ships?
Why do you make leaves fly through the air gracefully like acrobats?
By Brayden L
Why do you rattle the blinds with your cold frosty wind?
Why do you rattle the doors like a band of castanets?
Why do you send rubbish bin lids gliding gracefully through the cold wintery night like a
frisbee?
Why do you whip up waves that tower over ships?
Why do you make leaves fly through the air gracefully like acrobats?
By Brayden L
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Spotlight
Spotlight
Above me
I hear the possums as they jump from tree to tree. I see the moon and the stars shining as they make a ghostly glow. I can feel low branches as they brush past my face. I can see the the glooming glow as it goes straight past my hiding spot. Just like a lighthouse, clouds swirl in the sky as I catch a faint glimpse of the sky through the trees.
Below me
I feel the the leaves as they crush below me. I hear a crack as I step on a branch. I feel the long sharp grass as I dive into it to hide. I feel my legs burn as I push on.. I feel sharp sticks threatening to kill me as I trip and fall on to the cold hard ground, hoping against hope that it didn't give me away.
In front of me
I see people as they rush ahead of me. There it is, my final hiding spot a big oak tree. I see dozens of trees as they stand tall over me.
Behind me
I heard moans as yet more people get spotted. I heard a "nice try" behind me as Abby patted me on the back. I also heard a few yes’s as people tagged abby. “Time for another game” Abby said.
By Alex-David Year 6
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