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The Mysterious Junkyard / The Viwer poem

             

                              Rita, Simeon and Damien   

                              The Mysterious junk yard

                          A isolated and infested land with

                        A ruined abandoned destroyed place

                                     A isolated world

                                     A corrupted child

                                      Of a futuristic age

                                            Dead Land       

Hi everyone this is my poem base about the book called The Viewer.

This poem was made by Rita, Damein and Simeon.

I hope you like it.  

The Viewer - Restless sleep

Here is an sound affect that Me and Mary made.
Click here for sound effects https://drive.google.com/a/haypark.school.nz/file/d/0B-us22eyxB4CNHY4Ti1TVEdFTFE/view

Hi everyone this is my very close friend Mary.
In this picture Mary is in a descended, restless sleep.
Mary is having a restless sleep because she can't sleep cause she saw this 3 tapes that had lots of images.
So when she put it away and went to bed she could not stop thinking about the photo.
We got this idea from this book called The Viewer.

Camp Adventure Flipping E-book

Hi everyone this is my Flipping E-book about Camp.
I have put together and book that has some photo of us at camp.
I hope you enjoy

Commenting on Alaskah's Remember When Poem

Hi everyone last week we went on CAMP! So to show what we done on camp we made an Remember Poem. After I posted my Remember Poem I went on Alaskah's blog and commented on here Remember When Poem.

Remember Poetry

                                                       That Was Camp.

Remember feeling the pressure gaining up on your muscles giving you a hard time to control yourself?

Remember having feeling that waves are coming towards you at the back without knowing what to do?

                                                       That was Camp.

Remember how I was gaining pressure on trying to control the arrow?

Remember thinking  to myself about what the haunted house is going to look like?

                                                       That was Camp.

Remember having a strange feeling that someone is watching you?

Do you remember trying to control the milk crays when all of the pressure that my teammates are counting on me?

                                                      That was Camp.

Hi everyone this is my remember when poem that I have made about camp. 

Hope you enjoy

Sir Peter Blake

This is my presentation about Sir Peter Blake.
Hop you enjoy