Today we did some writing outside observing things from a place where we were sitting. Everyone did a great job with lots of specific language, but we've just posted a few here.

From where I am

From where I am, a row of pine trees dances around in the wind.

From where I am, I can see a magpie hunting brown worms in the paddock.

From where I am, patches of dirt lie in the green grass where grass grubs have lived.

From where I am, the Hokonui Hills are big, but dry.

 

By Regan

 

 

From where I am

From where I am, a young sparrow is swooping majestically from tree to tree.

From where I am I see the bright sun piercing through the dark looming cloud.

From where I am, I can hear the native birds cackling noisily.

From where I am, I can hear the crashing wind whipping through the waving branches.

 

By Elis

 

 

From where I am

From where I am, a group of lambs waits silently with their mother.

From where I am, I can see the tombstone of a once happy boy.

From where I am, the wind blows bits of my sandy blonde hair.

From where I am I hear the distant baas of little lambs.

From where I am, I gaze dreaming of a far off land.

 

By Jordan

 

From where I am

 

From where I am a single leaf sprouts from a tree telling me its spring.

From where I am, I can see the fresh green paddocks from the farm nearby.

From where I am, I can feel the cold westerly wind hitting my face, sending goosebumps down my legs.

From where I am I hear the loud thumping feet of the Middle class in their room. 

By JB

 

 

 

From where I am

 

From where I am, a small bird I cannot name flutters from branch to branch high in the trees singing a sweet never ending song.

From where I am, I can see rough bark covering an old tree and moss drapes around it like a cosy coat.

From where I am, green leaves let out a strong fresh smell as the wind passes through them.

From where I am a blanket of dry leaves, sticks, and dirt cover the earths surface, making soft crunching sounds as I step on it.

 

By Erika