Introduction: The people of rome used pullys to pull water
from deep under ground. EVERY BODY NEEDS WATER TO SURVIE! Description:The type of pully they would have used would looked like this. Conclusion: This is a very smiple and old water well that works well.
BY RENEE BOOTH
Thursday, 15 August 2013
Colour Poem
Blue is the colour like blue water
Blue is the colour like the sea
Blue is the colour like the sky
Blue is the colour like Caleb's eyes
Blue smells like lolly pops
Blue tastes like water
Blue sounds like stream
Blue look likes my desk
Blue feels like soft, fresh water
Blue makes me hop like a bunny rabbit
Blue is the colour of my notepad.
by Richard
Blue is the colour like the sea
Blue is the colour like the sky
Blue is the colour like Caleb's eyes
Blue smells like lolly pops
Blue tastes like water
Blue sounds like stream
Blue look likes my desk
Blue feels like soft, fresh water
Blue makes me hop like a bunny rabbit
Blue is the colour of my notepad.
by Richard
The Race
The Race
My heart was pounding and then I thoughtI can do it I know I can.
So then I zoomed past all my friends
and Mrs Spence.
I ran down the hill
like a herd of sheep
running from its enemy.
My feet felt like they were
about to fall off but I didn't care.
Finally my spirit was free.
It was like getting a new horse!
I felt like a bird set free,
I was finally there!
My Bff - by Maia and Paris
My friends hands are as soft as a snow bears fur,
Her eyes are looking here and there like a lion looking for its pray,
Her laugh is like a leopards roar in the forest,
Her scream is like a mouse squeaking,
Her voice is as lovely and a humming birds hum,
When she gets mad she is a ferocious as a bulldog trying to defeat a bull,
She is as sweet as a cute kitten,
She is as nice as a pretty prancing parrot,
She is as funny as bugs bunny,
And she is as playful as a puppy
lying
as playful as a panda
she is a animal lover.
By Maia and Paris
Her eyes are looking here and there like a lion looking for its pray,
Her laugh is like a leopards roar in the forest,
Her scream is like a mouse squeaking,
Her voice is as lovely and a humming birds hum,
When she gets mad she is a ferocious as a bulldog trying to defeat a bull,
She is as sweet as a cute kitten,
She is as nice as a pretty prancing parrot,
She is as funny as bugs bunny,
And she is as playful as a puppy
lying
as playful as a panda
she is a animal lover.
By Maia and Paris
The Lost Blue Dinosaur
Sadly the little blue dinosaur called Bluey was lost and thought that he didn't have a mother. But he did have his little imaginary friend which wasn't any help.
Anyway he was walking along a dirt path and at the end of it there was a time machine, past it was a waterfall then it was lake. The dinosaur was curious to find what was behind the time machine and went through. It went travelling so fast through time it splashed into a lake which there was a boat race to find out who was the fastest of them all.
Then he saw a boat and the boat told Bluey that his name was Buldozer. He, Bluey then asked Buldozeif he could watch the race and help him to the shore. To seal it all up, Bluey would help Buldoze get first place. Just as the race starts Bluey saw Buldozer not starting, he heard a scream of pain and rushed over to where Buldoser was and asked if he needed a push.
Buldozer then quickly replied "Yes," so Bluey then stretched out his long neck and pushed him as hard as he could.
Off went Buldozer, he was last place but then suddenly he appeared to be on his second lap in 3rd place. "Final round," shouted the commentator. Whoosh! Wham! Buldozer passed and Bluey cheered.
Anyway he was walking along a dirt path and at the end of it there was a time machine, past it was a waterfall then it was lake. The dinosaur was curious to find what was behind the time machine and went through. It went travelling so fast through time it splashed into a lake which there was a boat race to find out who was the fastest of them all.
Then he saw a boat and the boat told Bluey that his name was Buldozer. He, Bluey then asked Buldozeif he could watch the race and help him to the shore. To seal it all up, Bluey would help Buldoze get first place. Just as the race starts Bluey saw Buldozer not starting, he heard a scream of pain and rushed over to where Buldoser was and asked if he needed a push.
Buldozer then quickly replied "Yes," so Bluey then stretched out his long neck and pushed him as hard as he could.
Off went Buldozer, he was last place but then suddenly he appeared to be on his second lap in 3rd place. "Final round," shouted the commentator. Whoosh! Wham! Buldozer passed and Bluey cheered.
Tuesday, 13 August 2013
Forgoten Giants.
My life in Whanganui
Well, here I am sitting here writing this right now at 35 mins to past nine.
Well better get on with it. Right now I am in Wanganui wishing I could be with my friends in Whakatane. My life in Wanganui is a lot different than Whakatane. At school at Whakatane it was a dream come true, no uniforms, ordering lunches, maths was fun and many more things you could imagine. But at Wanganui uniforms, parking metres, grocery prices more expensive, no canteen at school! Now I am going to say positive thing about Wanganui instead of comparing or judging. the positive things are good friends, awesome teacher, huge house, close to Mount Taranaki, skiing, desk inspection and many more. I'll write again when I've got enough room to write see you later or at least write later!
Well better get on with it. Right now I am in Wanganui wishing I could be with my friends in Whakatane. My life in Wanganui is a lot different than Whakatane. At school at Whakatane it was a dream come true, no uniforms, ordering lunches, maths was fun and many more things you could imagine. But at Wanganui uniforms, parking metres, grocery prices more expensive, no canteen at school! Now I am going to say positive thing about Wanganui instead of comparing or judging. the positive things are good friends, awesome teacher, huge house, close to Mount Taranaki, skiing, desk inspection and many more. I'll write again when I've got enough room to write see you later or at least write later!
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