Thursday, 10 May 2012

My poem

  Autumn Leaves

The leaves are falling
covering all of the nice green grass.
The Wind blows
all the curved leaves off the tree
landing on the green grass
making the grass crumbly and
colourful red, green, yellow and brown.

The sun bolted on to the nearly bare tree
leaving a trail
of crispy leaves.

Rhys Tamanui 9 Years

WALT: observe and include specific details in our writing
Includes four nouns (from observation)
Leaf wind trees sun
Made the nouns do something
Started each new description on a new line
Extended each line so it makes more sense
(may include a who, where, why, what, when).              

This is my poem it has a vacaroo under it

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This is my vocaroo

This is my leaf it has a few holes and some veins. 

This is the tree it fell from I Found the leaf under it.

1 comment:

  1. Great post, Rhys!

    I love the ending of your poem - leaving a trail of crispy leaves. Wow!