alone

Today for writing we looked at metaphors and really showing and not telling our readers.

We went for a walk in the native bush at school and discovered some objects of nature to inspire us.  We then set about writing and recrafting as a class.

Here is our work....

Alone.

It sits unaccompanied like a discarded piece of rubbish.

Alone.

Its knobbly, gnarly fingers out stretched.

The seeds have long since dispersed and kissed the wind.

The seed pod is a Pukeko’s foot, elongated to mother earth.

By room 9 and Miss A

11^th August 2011 J