Monday, 18 February 2019

Writing In Room 6

Sand Everywhere.

We ran gleefully towards the sandpit. The toys were the first thing I saw because of their neon colour.

The sand sent a shiver up my spine as I stepped on it. The sand crumbled beneath my wriggly toes. The intense sun was watered down with the cool breeze.
Cicadas chirped like a choir of children. I heard joyful voices all around me. A plane rumbled in the distance.

We were busy like ants building sandcastles, incredibly big walls, deep holes, roads and villages. We had some great ideas.
There was a volcano that erupted like a storm.

When we left the sandpit we looked back with pride on our structures. We had smiles on our faces and sand in our hair.

By Room 6 students.