Butterflies

Sense Poem

Swimming

I see people diving into the pool make my heart pound,

I taste that icy cold water as I belly flop in,

Take your marks get set…  I feel nervous already,

I Smell hot chips as I starve,

I hear my Mum and Dad shouting at me wanting me to win.

Knots

Figure of eight

Bow line

We are practising our knots for optimist yachting.

Calender Art

Palm oil inquiry learning.

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My Voki

Symmetry Artist

Today we learn't about Symmetry Art a made our own this is my one I did.

Shapes- sqaure

  (3D Shape) This term we are learning about shapes,  Today Mrs Mcneil gave us playdoh and sticks to use to make 2d and 3d shapes.
(2D Shape)

My Poems

Splatters and drops,

make very loud plops.

Winter,

Rain, Water,

                                                           Freezing, Frozen, Snow,

Hailing, Frost, Chilly, Hot Chocolate,

                                             Cold, Bitter, Slippery, Snowball, Snowflake.

Rebecca Ellis

Some Year Six Leaders went to NYLD

Some year six's went on a trip to palmerston north, The people that shared a speech were Jamie Mcdell, William Pike, Paul Blackwell, Marcus Winter(The Sand Man), Phoenix, Chris Jupp and Sariyha Paiha. Some of us got a badge that was $5
The bus had Curtains a toilet and a TV. There were over 2,000 pupils at the NYLD event, They ran awesome games with a big disco ball and prizes for the speakers.
Jamie Mcdell sang Crash and Life In Sunshine.
Marcus Winter painted a picture of mountains a waterfall and trees and gave it away to the school that travel the most.

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Room 13 made stitch Art with Mrs Gennet

Eg- Sheeran's First day at school  he made friends with Charlotte, Egward, Eggy perry and many many more

Eg- Sheeran’s first time watching me swimming….

3 photos

Dinner Time Mash potatoes veggies and sausages….

Home time....

Bed time….

One day later and this happened…. (the worst thing ever)

My biking time

My biking time by Rebecca M. Ellis With 15 minutes of free time And six minutes ticking off the clock, Starting to slow down around the corner, Enjoying the fun, Practising my pedal tapping for skills, Brushing the sweat of my head, Slowly pedal tapping among the ground, Then I look how far I have to go Raises the pedal to turn, I try to keep still, Slowly turning, Wobbles, balance, Stops, And suddenly getting deeper down, Breathing in and out, I stop, Bounce off, scared, Worried, Excited, Burns, Hurts, Getting up, Until everyone stops and begs to go on the track-- We wait            We wait                                                                           We wait Right before the lights are red,

Turn and come back.

The mountain was usual enough

My poem

The mountain was usual enough; it had

A rocky path, a bridge, a hut , a stream

Flowing down, and even a narrow ledge that lead to a look Out I never went on. My sister, my parents and I

Did what families do- walked up together,

Made hiking sticks, looked out for each other, raced

Each other up and down, drinking and eating, puffing and Huffing, sulking and screaming.

Doing nothing important.