Poetic Writing - Home Run

For writing our classes writing focus was Poems. We had to write about a sport and I chose to do softball. So as you can see below is my Descriptive Poem that I have written about Peaceful Play. Hope you enjoy my poem!

Home Run

It’s a Summer morning and the game is about to begin,

The final group chat before the game.

Sitting silently still,

Feeling the grass tickling my legs as I anxiously try to think of different ways to reach home base.

  I step up to the plate, take a deep breathe and look straight into the pitcher's demanding eyes,

my stomach soon develops butterflies.

I start to question myself, “Will I hit the ball?.......

Will I even make it to the first base?”

I could see a slight smirk on the pitcher’s face while she launches the ball into mid air making it head straight to my bat  as fast as lightning then

WOOSH!

The ball goes zooming across the field while the bat flew right behind me.

I started to sprint towards the first base as fast as a cheetah while trying to not let the helmet fall off since it didn’t grip tightly on my head.

At the corner of my eye I see my team cheering me on from the sideline.

I passed the first base and start running towards the second base.

I see my opponents running towards me with the ball in their hands.

I up my game and start running even faster as if I’m running for my life.

I could see them getting closer and closer.

The suspense shocks straight through my whole body.

I pass the second base and onto the third.

The adrenaline all around my body makes me excited yet so determined to get to home base.

I pass the third base and start running for home base.

I feel anxious to get there.

I see the other team throw the ball to the backstop.

Pressure kicks in while I’m running.

I get closer and closer just like the ball in the air.

Three more steps and

KSHHHH!

I slide in just seconds before the backstop catches the ball.

I stand up with joy while trying to keep the victory in and just walk right to the back of the line.

Our Cooking Show!

This term for writing my class is doing Recount Writing. We had to write a recount about a past childhood memory that relates to our Inquiry Topic, Practising Peaceful Play. My recount is about Me and my Best Friends little pretend cooking show that we always loved to play in the holidays, weekends and even after school.

My Myth - The Night...

This is my myth that I have created and put onto a presentation. The reason why we're writing myths is because whoever has the best myth will get chosen to bring to life and will be put into a production. I hope my myth is chosen because I put a lot of hard work into this but either way, ENJOY reading.  

Hercules - Figurative Language

This is a google drawing that I have created. This task was done by me and my buddy Stanley. This task is to help us use and understand figurative language in our writing. Me and my buddy found this task quite challenging since we didn't know the meanings for some of these figurative languages. But in the end we finished it. HOORAY!!!

Ahigma's Spine

Ahigma’s Spine.

A thousand years ago, in the midst of the battlefield. Death scattered far and wide like black roses. Lost in the wind. Blood pouring viciously scaling the pale blades of the grass. The foul stench of grief strayed uncertainly, stroking the hearts of many fighters.

On the shore the battle continued. Ahigma desperately defending his home Anguilla  of the Caribbean. Strong as he was, his faith faltered as many more soldiers fell.

“AHIGMA!” His fellow friend Jack called over the clashes of blades and spears.

“WHAT!?” He shouted back, concerned for Jack.

“HOW LONG TILL WE FALL?” Jack replied, tears threatening to spill.

Ahigma shook his head in frustration as he charged forward, wounding his rather large opponent.  “WHERE IS YOUR HEART AT? FIGHT! THERE IS NO PLACE FOR WEAKNESS!” Ahigma’s eyes scanned the shore looking for someone to kill.

He sprinted towards the left of the golden sand, now tinged with crimson blood, towards a soldier in the water, raising his hand to drive his sword forward. CRACK! SNAP! His spine had been punctured by a spear. He fell into the water, his last thought before losing consciousness echoing in his dark and clouded mind...I have no faith and confidence in the other soldiers.

***

Water lapped over the golden specks of sand that sat still, as Ahigma rolled onto the banks. He woke with a sudden jolt. Unaware of his location.  He sat up on the golden specks of the Anegada, a mere island located within The Virgin Islands. He stood up strolling 5 feet before coming to a halt. He stooped down low to scoop a handful of gin clean water. As time passed he stumbled deeper into the forest, his vision blurring as he discovered a home in the centre of a clearing, surrounded by a ring of trees. He ran, tripping over his own feet. He hauled himself onto the the porch as he pounded on the door desperately awaiting an answer. The door creaked open.

“By the lord! WHO ARE YOU!?” A voice screeched. The lady dragged him into the cabin. Huffing and puffing. Ahigma watched her move around frantically, as she shook her head at the site of his back, while he lay on his stomach. Her movements around the  wooden home firm, but graceful.

He managed to croak. “My name is Ahigma…”

She placed her hand on her hip “What is goin’ on? First you stumble around and now you be all lazy...HMMMM? My,my,my, oh goodness I hear there’s a war goin’ on? On the island of Anguilla?”

He sat up suddenly “ I must return to my...my...home…”

“Ain’t no way you are goin’ back there!  There’s only one way to get you home.”  She muttered thoughtfully.

Ahigma stood up curious. “ How?”

She smirked. Eyes sparkling. “They way of the tide.”

He followed her through the forest, through the towers of leaves and bark and to the shore.

She sighed, “The way of the tide heals your back but keeps you in the form the tide chooses, so good luck my friend.” She chanted strange words. Water leaped from the water grabbing Ahigma to the depths of the ocean.

At the shore of Anguilla as the war raged on, an emerald turtle arose in the ocean. It’s shell smashed into hexagons. A broken shield.  Snatched from the ocean shore, the smart mind of a soldier using him as shield. The smart mind belonged to Josh. The war was won by the soldiers of Anguilla.  The turtle renewed with a shell of cracks and patterns.

But what of Ahigma...Where did he go after being snatched by the  sea? Just remember “The way of the tide” chooses the form of whoever is taken by the ocean.  What if Ahigma shielded his companions?

Mehi - Writing Persuasive - Collaboration

Collaborate to Success

Have you ever wondered how collaboration works?  Well it’s just like how flowers grow.  Collaboration is the water and sun working together to make the flower grow, we are the flower gaining prior knowledge from our friends, which is like how the sun and water giving the flower water and heat to grow.  Also, sharing our prior knowledge with others is just like how flowers give out carbon dioxide but in a good way.

My first reason is collaborating in the class makes more work get done faster and more ideas are shared and when I say this I mean: when others work together they have interesting ideas which weave in more ideas to make the work even more better.

My second reason is that collaborating makes you stop being shy and makes you come out of your comfort zone.  That is important, because when you come out of your comfort zone you will gain your confidence and will find public speaking easier in the future.

My third reason is collaborating with others can help you learn from your mistakes.This means that when you get something wrong your buddies can help you develop what you got wrong and can maybe give you goals to work on.

This is why I recommend that collaborating is a really positive and efficient way to learn because not only do you get the work done, but you get to meet more friends that you don’t really hang out with which can help you meet even more new friends in the future.  Also, you can collaborate with your voices. This means that when you collaborate with your voices you can make perfect harmonies just like the group ‘Collabro’ who actually won Britain’s Got Talent 2014.

My E-asttle Learning Pathway

Mehi - Explanation - Why we can't live without Brushing teeth plan

My Term Two Goals for 2014

Writing Reflection

This week for writing we are focusing on speech writing.Today in our writing lesson we learnt about speech presentations and the structure of a speech.We also brainstormed different topics for speech writing this week.I have decided to write a speech about haircuts because firstly I think it is really annoying when you get a haircut, secondly it just ruins your beautiful hair and last but not least some barber shops don’t even know how to cut hair like professionals. I look forward to writing my speech about haircuts for my speech presentation next week.