Puss Puss

By Louis

Louis had a cat, a ginger cat named Pusspuss, that lived at the top of Louis bed.

He had ginger and white stripes and very long whiskers.

He ate Friskits and meat and sometimes he ate a rabbit. If he gave me a present it would always appear to be rabbit GUTS.

Ditto

Ditto

By Luca

I have a cat named Ditto, he is very thin and all ways sleeping in the day.

Every night Ditto is away hunting and in the morning there is a dead rabbit out the front door.

He is grey with black strips across him. He eats budget meat casserole and cat nuggets. When kids are over they wind him up so he gets all feisty and attacks us.

Ginger

Ginger

By Emily

Ginger is Emily’s Guinea pig. He likes to run, to hide and he likes eating inside by the sofa with Emily.

Ginger lives in hutch outside, with his brother Henry the 8^th and Poppet his friend the rabbit.

He has twitchy whiskers, beady eyes and a nose that is always twitching. Ginger is the colour ginger and has funky fur that sticks up in Mohawks all over his body.

Mouse

Mouse

By Abby

Some people have a cat or a dog or a rabbit. Abby has a guinea pig, a guinea pig named Mouse, that lives in a large cage outside on the grass.

Mouse’s cage was a rectangle with wheels, there was an area to run around in and a ramp to go up and down, which he used to hide under. In the inside of the cage was scrunched up newspaper to snuggle up to in winter.

Mouse is a small brown guinea pig with red sensitive eyes that closed in the sun. He has small scaly feet with claws that gave him grip.

One time I put Mouse on the ground to get his carrot. He shot out of the towel and under the couch! It took ten minutes to get him out!

Frost Poetry

Non Fiction Writing about Tornados

Summer's Poem

Fishing with Ross

Ross and I drove to the ramp, we put the boat in the water and we sped off to a special spot. I put the line in the water and twenty minutes later I caught a Brown Trout. In half an hour – Zig- the massive fish went under the boat, and then Ross scooped it up in the net because he didn’t want to lose it. One minute later Ross caught a fish.
We turned home, I drove the boat back, Ross put it in the trailer, we drove back and me and Pierson got to play.

By Leithen

A few reviews of last weesk Maori Instrument Workshop

The day my house shook

This is a great link to a website where kids who experienced the recent earthquakes in Christchurch are able to share their stories and experiences. The new members of Room 6, Kareem, Fanchea, Olly, Sam, Micah and Ella, have posted their stories today. Have a read of their memories and other Christchurch students and please leave them comments, as I know that they will appreciate your kind words and thoughts.
For us in Hawea it was a slight shake, for them it was much more.

The War Zone

The War Zone was usual enough; it had
long grasses, trenches, bunkers
And huts. Rocks, trees and
Canyons. Me and my friends
Did what rebels did - fought in the blazing sun or
Ambushed people in the cold freezing night. But,
One day it all changed, diggers and trucks
Drove down the road "Oh no!" they are
Building a house right next to the war zone.

Camp Bay

Usual days at Camp Bay...
Dozing in the sun,
Playing Banana Grams in the shack,
Lying in the sunlight
Snoozing
Surrounded by rose bushes
Ditches overgrown
The grass like a blanket
I want more

The Bike Park

The Bike Park was usual enough; it has
Grass grown over jumps,
Big pine trees, three kickers
And a pump track I never
Went to. The blanket of
Children do what they want to do -
Silent moments in the air
Loose dirt on the landing,
Dust flying with wheels
Spinning, tyres thumping
On the Ground
Doing things fun.

The Tree

The trees were usual enough; they had
Deep green leaves that got lighter in the sun,
Long dark shadows and even a small
Crooked wire fence surrounding them.
My thinking times were up there.
Thoughts surrounded that tree
I did what most people do in trees
I climbed, built huts
But mostly I drew what I saw
Doing what my imagination let me

A Few Days out of the Classroom

It may seem that I have been a bit absent this week so far, but I have been here I promise! Monday and Tuesday were spent under the guidance of Gail Loane, our writing specialist, who came, talked, advised, observed, discusses, reflected and left the teaching staff with things to learn, goals to fulfill and an a load of wonderings.

On Tuesday Gail observed a writing lesson that I taught, where we used James K Baxters poem 'The Town' as a model and then crafted our own poems about places that are special to us. As we complete, edit and publish these poems they will grace cyberspace on the blog to be read by all.

And today I was out of the class, released for testing, in preparation for reports and portfolios that will be written over the next few weeks.

So keep your eyes open for our poetry in this space and I must give a big thanks to Jude and Tash who have taken over the bike park duties over the last few days. The students and the teachers really appreciate all the time that you give.

High Jump

Run up to the bar... bring your first leg up to the bar then bring your following leg behind you, that jump is could the scissor kick. You start from the left or right side of the pole, and then you land on the mat. If you knock the bar over that does not count as a jump. The world record in mens high jump is a 2 meter 45 centimetres.

The power of a letter

Just a short time spent looking at what a letter should look like, brainstorming of ideas and then some time with pencil in hand and we had some amazing results.
With a handful of carefully written letters to the wonderful people of Mitre 10 and Upper Clutha Transport we were able to help us complete the first stage of the tunnel house.
Mitre 10 provided us with seeds, seedlings and wood for the raised gardens, while the guys at Upper Clutha Transport donated us almost half a tonne of Mushroom Compost.
It was a great way to see the power of a letter and to the people of Mitre 10 and Upper Clutha Transport "Thank you very much!"

Working Up the Mountain

Most of the days in the holidays I went to Cardrona to ski, but today was different. I had to work in the apartments. It was exciting because I got to jump from the second story to first onto pillows. Then I went to ski hire and there was the gang: Jayden, Lucan, Luke, Finn and Charlie. I helped them to put their boards away then straight back to work.
By Mitchell

My Tramp

You sit there when it's cold or hot, you sit there day and night with your four legs strong and stiff you're always ready to play. Your springs bounce up and down as my feet leave the ground. your hand, bruised and battered, but you don't mind, you still sit there like nothing is wrong. I bounce in the heart of you. You help me and support me when I bounce, bounce, bounce.

By Millie