We were doing a poem about our summer holiday

This is my writing about the water cycle.

In class we have been learning about Maori phrases

My Special Toy

     

      

     

      

    

My Proudest Moment

   

 My Proudest Moment
The year was 2015. I was scared because I was joining a  club. The name of the club was Marist Saints, It was a rugby league club.

I was in fear and my heartbeat was going fast like race cars racing for the grand final. In my stomach I felt a weird feeling and it was like a lion roaring in my stomach. When I went on the field, I was looking for the unders team I was going to play for. When I found them I ran up to them and I had to introduce myself to the team and I was really nervous because I didn’t know the people in my team. The team were pros and I was a newbie and when we started training my coach told me and my team to jog up to a green post. When we were almost finished, we finished off with a rugby league game.At the end of training I was ready for my first rugby game.

When it was my first rugby league game I was shivering like I was in snow and I had no confidence in myself because I did not know that much of rugby league and it was my first game. My heartbeat was going like a cheetah running after its prey. When my coach told me to go on the field and I did. When the game was over. I knew how to play rugby league. That Is my Proudest Moment.
By Kale   

Today for writing we are doing quick write and this is my best day ever

Catholic Schools day

We are writing about what we did at Catholic Schools day.

My wonderful Mother

We have been writing cards to our mothers for mothers day and this is my mothers day card.

For writing we looked at a poem called the Broken Circle and this is my poem for my nana.

The Broken Circle.

Stanza 1

A broken circle in our family.

There’s a missing braunch on our family tree.

A missing plate on the dinner table,

An empty feeling of sadness inside of me.

Stanza 2

You've left our family here on this planet,

And siblings who hold you in God’s hand.

Yet,it’s hard to bring you back it’s like

Counting sand.