Art

Art

I painted a picture of a house because it was interesting to me and I like doing different techniques. It was fun painting a old house It was really hard t do. Leave your comments......

This is my old house.

Haiku

Haiku

Leaves are falling down 

It is the Autumn time now

I am leaving bye.

It is the winter time

I need a warm, warm jacket

It is time to sleep.

In Auckland

On Monday I woke up early. I got out of bed and got dressed and I felt sad to leave Auckland. I packed up my suitcase. Later I had a look around to see if I had left anything. After that I said bye to Illy the cat who was really friendly and lived there, I also said goodbye to Orlando who lived there who was a cat, and said goodbye to Fanny Mye that is a cat, Bailey was a dog that lived there. She was a labrador. She was so cute. We also said goodbye to the friends we were staying with. Then they left to go to work and the young one went to school.

After that I put my jacket on and opened the door and we left the house. Five minutes later me and my dad hopped into a taxi and did our seat belts up i nearly fell asleep in the taxi.

Later on we were at the airport. We got our suitcases out of the back of the car and walked into the airport. We got something to eat. One hour later, we ran to the airbridge and hopped on the airplane. We walked along until we found our seat numbers and sat down. I said to my dad “I wish I’d put my book into your bag so I could have read it.”

He said “I did.” I was filled with joy. It was really noisy in the airplane. I heard snoring and talking and the airplane noises. One hour later we landed bumpily, hopped out the airplane and we got our bags.

When we left the airport my grandpa was there. I gave him a hug and said “Hi.” I hopped into the car and my dad put my suitcase in the back of the car and left

My Cat Poem

My Cat Poem.

My cat is multicoloured.

She is the summer time under a blanket.

She is the sun reflecting off the water.

She is my flower I picked and put in a vase.

She is a box with a cozy pink towel.

She is the best program.

She is a tough chicken.

                                                      The Poem Of Happiness

The colour of Happiness is yellow like the sun.

It taste like flowers and smells.

It smells like Happy birds singing their way to joy.

It looks like people making their dreams come true.

It sounds like singing how wonderful is that. 

It feels like giggles running down to your heart.