My Poem

Te Tatahi (The Beach)

I lounge in the crook of the wall.
Feel the beams of encompassing warmth
they swallow me up,
into oblivion.

The wall compassionately shelters me
from the biting breeze,
almost nurturing.

Seagulls swoop and dive on updrafts,
calling to the wind.
Gravel crunches under feet.
Waves wash old memories away.

The Harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
wellington the heart of the long white cloud.

The rainstorm

The air tasted heavy with rain as the crowd moved towards the colony. Brothers and sisters I hadn't met jostled and bumped me, anxious for shelter. Guards overlooked the crowd as we entered the hill. The first drops landed just as the last workers scuttled inside, safe. I started to make my way to the mine as there was no rest for a member of the colony. The vast maze of tunnels and alcoves would confuse an enemy but it was practically burned into my mind. Thundering booms shook the great cavern as rain pounded down on the roof. Friends and family huddled around the sides of the hall, taking rocks from the gravely walls. Suddenly a spidery crack ran the length of the roof. This was too much for the roof to hold with the rain already pounding down. rocks seemed to fall in slow motion as we ran for the exit. We just made it out water rumbled down through the gaping hole in the roof and we kept on running, over dirt and gravel, down and out, before the flood. Others joined the crowd, water rumbled the ground. There was the exit. our pace quickened. Out. We dashed for cover under the trees. The hill was gone but we will rebuild, we are ants.

writing goal

My writing goal for this term is to put more character emotions into my writing because I describe the setting a lot.

My new mayor of eastbourne speech

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Sergio's comment from me

This week we commented on Sergio's story this is what I wrote.

Great story very descriptive I felt like I was there. some parts were a bit silly like “R.I.P. Porky” and “Bam a tennis ball in the face” but apart from that it was an amazing story I thought it was the best writing of yours that I have read.

The Haunted Old House

The cast iron gates swung silently open as I approached. Gravel crunched underfoot as I passed through. The long grass almost hid the weather beaten tombstones that were dotted around the vast paddock. As I drew closer to the house it cast its shadowy veil over me, shielding me from the icy glare of the full moon.

The steps were worn smooth with years of usage. The heavy oak doors were cracked with age but I could see they were still very strong. As I reached for the handle the doors creaked open revealing smothering darkness inside its gaping maw.