The Hot Air Balloon

This is Sophie's story about the hot air balloon

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The Taste Collector

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The Taste Collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in white and grey

Put every taste into a bag

And threw them away.

The taste of the lollie

The taste of the corn

The  roughness of the candy

The taste of the prawn

The taste of the pasta

The taste of the flake

The taste of the end of my pencil

The taste of the baking

The taste of the pork

The niceness of the chip

The taste of the smoothie

the taste of the dip

The taste  of the raindrops

The taste of the pineapple

The taste of the kiwifruit

The taste of the juicy apple

A stranger called this morning

Her name was Dame

Left us with no taste

Life will never be the same

Tracey Ludeman

Soccer Ball Poem

I am a soccer ball

I am able to roll on the ground and be kicked

I am happy when you play with me and kick me

I DO NOT like it when you leave me outside I get really dirty

I wish you would always play with me

I am always lonely I need a friend

I would like to tell my owner to clean all the time cause I always dirty.

  

By Tracey

Caving

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This is my story

Caving

“It’s so tight in  here“ I say to Mrs Hill. The line moves less go to the next cave I’m so excited. It is really tight in here as well says Mrs Hill. She helps me up this cave I say thank you. I got up  the rough wall in the cave Miss Hill is at the top to help as I say I do not need help Its easy. I carry on I fall over ouch ( I tumble over ). There mud there Tracey says Marcus I think I know that now but thanks for saying that. Yummy food apples and biscuits. We got to the end of the cave half of the class did a rope challenge a the other went back to camp I went back to camp. I was very cold to do the rope challenge so I didn't. I start walking back with my touch on we get to the car I hop in there fast. The car is very hot.                                 

My first motorbike

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I have always been lucky

When I was 5 I got my

first motorbike that was red

and it was called Sally.

I rode it every weekend I never left it.

I would always go outside and wash

my motorbike every day even if it was

sparkly clean.

When I ride my motorbike and

go fast  it feels like I’m flying in the sky.

When I ride my motorbike

and I pass another person on

there motorbike

I feel excited.

When I had Sally

my cousin had the same bike as me

but his was called lightning McQueen

because we always watched lightning McQueen in our bus.

              I still love that motor bike

Here is the recording for my poem