Art Week

Art week is something when you just do art for a whole week we do that each term.
And this week for Art week we done under water art.
We had to use paint to colour our background.
Then we had to draw Seaweed, rocks and sea creatures then cut them out and glue them onto the background and they are very amazing to look at here is a image of my art that I done.

The Shell

Living underneath the blue  waves.

Feeding on delicious seaweed.

Stomp! Splash! I fell the vibration

Of humans approaching.

Skillfully, I scuttled into

bushes of seaweed.

Clinging for dear life.

Streching and reaching out 

I check if it is clear

To move to my next foraging patch.

Birthday Party

In the weekends I went over to my friend ronas birthday party we stayed at the Alfresco hotel.
We played games ate junkfood mostly pizza and coke.
We had a spa in our motel and two rooms and a lounge.
We played fear factor my group won on all the games except for one.
We fell asleep very late and woke up early.
We went to the olympic pools and we also played relays after we finished.
The adventure playgroup was next and we played tag.
Then tinna dropped us off tto our house.
ps. Tinna is ronas sister.

Book Week

Book Week was this week and we always have a book parade.
The book parade is when we dress up as a our favourite book character or just any book character.
The Teachers pick 2 people from there classroom that has dressed up the best and they win a prize.
Our whole school gathers together in the hall and we show our costumes to evreyone each classroom walks up on thee stage and shows all the other classrooms.
I love the book parade!

The Sun

I rise in the morning, gleaming as bright as crystals. Staring down at Papatuanuku, And caressed by Ranginui, I join my brother in the sky as he blows the breeze around earth. We dance happily around Ranginui, keeping him company and decorating him all over. As the day nearly ends, the night rises. So I drift slowly to sleep Ready for the next day to come.

Autumn Tree

                                                            She loses her warm coat

and lets it drift

slowly to the ground.

Standing cold and bare.

No company from birds.

Her crinkly dress

sits beneath her.

Leaving her alone.

She waits for spring.