Writing

Writing We have been doing Narratives for Writing here is an example of some of my writing:
 * WALT: paint a picture with words, learn to introduce a description **
 * 23.2.12 **
 * Best Friend, Buddy, Classmate, Sidekick and pal. All of these words and lots more I associate with Sam. Sam is a great person to be around and a fabulous role model. **


 * Sam has tanned skin which comes naturally, brown twinkling eyes, a sporty, slim physique and thick brown hair. **
 * Sam hardly ever wears Jeans, always shorts and a t-shirt. **
 * Sam likes to play soccer, play on his Xbox, swim and be outside. **
 * He likes to play soccer, either in Goalie or Striker up front, Sam likes Chelsea and loves all animals except Spiders. **
 * Sam and I have played soccer together since we were five and most recently we both trialled for and got in to the FTC team of the Wairarapa. **
 * I will probably not be going to the same college as Sam but I know that he will always be there for me when the going gets tough. That is why Sam will always be my best friend. **
 * Here is a quick poem I wrote about Anzac Day: **
 * A.N.Z.A.C **
 * What happened in ANZAC cove and why? **
 * That’s what my Grandson asks when we gaze up at the sky. **
 * The info I have tucked away, it comes flooding back and, again, I just want to die. **
 * My mates, I still remember their names **
 * Jimmy, Frank the Tank and Trev, **
 * they were all on top of their game **
 * right till the end. **
 * All it took was a cunning Turk or a lucky shot. **
 * That was it, over, their lives, their lot **
 * The flies, the heat, the blood, the stench **
 * death, luck and life. **
 * I can’t even begin to tell him **
 * so it’s just: “I hope you’ll never find out” **
 * I got 5A in this descriptive writing: **


 * The beautiful smell of flowers combined with the scent of the earth created a tantalising odor that most could not resist. Not many travelled by but those who did would not forget. The sweet smell of the flowers reminded me of hokey pokey ice cream. But the earthy smell helped me to bring back the memory of running out onto the rugby field aged 11. The stick insect was odorless unless you put your nose right up against it and then it smelt like wood. **


 * The brittle branches are rough on the fingertips, even bringing blood if scraped too hard along it. The petals of the flowers feel like the softest silk. While the stick insect was bony like the stones in the foothills of Mt Everest. The buds of the flowers are surprisingly sticky and take a fair amount of effort to prise away your fingers if foolish enough to place them on in the first place. **


 * Another morning sun shone brightly onto the white flowers almost making your eyes hurt. The plant was actually one in a row of many of the same kind. A plant is all you see when you first look and it is nothing special until you see the insect. The insect has the colours of the branches and it seems like the it could have somehow extracted them from the branches and put it onto itself. **


 * The wind rushes through the branches making funny sounds to the ears. A solitary bird chirps along to itself, barely audible above the wind and all the other background sounds. If you put your ear close to the insect you can hear its joints creak as it moves slower than a sloth along its branch that has been its home for the last day. **


 * The wind suddenly picks up and you can see the insect visibly strain as it tries not to fall off. But the wind is too strong and the insect is blown off, either to be crushed under an unforgiving boot or picked up by a child and placed somewhere safe. **