Monday 9 th August 2010
Rock.
shiny rock.
what else to say about rock?
Beautiful rock?
coulorful rock.
brown rock.
pink rock.
Rock doesn't have much adjectives,
because it isn't alive,
but what if we could adjust rock,
and give rock life?
Then rock would be my doctor,
he'd tell me what to do,
h'd give me company,
and tell me whoo can help me better too.
By Judit Duran Calzada
shiny rock.
what else to say about rock?
Beautiful rock?
coulorful rock.
brown rock.
pink rock.
Rock doesn't have much adjectives,
because it isn't alive,
but what if we could adjust rock,
and give rock life?
Then rock would be my doctor,
he'd tell me what to do,
h'd give me company,
and tell me whoo can help me better too.
By Judit Duran Calzada
Monday 9 th August 2010
Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the same as me?
Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the flowers?
can you see the same as me?
Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the trees?
can you see the same as me?
Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the bushes?
can you see the same as me?
Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the bumblebees?
can you see the same as me?
Look around you,
what can you see?
can you see the night sky?
can you see the same as me?
Do you know how look around you,
and what can you see?
because soon it'll be time you'll tell me!!!!
By Judit Duran Calzada
Friday 6 th August 2010
Nature is so green,
and very colourful,
sometimes people can be so mean,
to nature.
They cut down trees,
and flowers,
they don't think about,
how plants have life like us.
Nature maybe has the power to,
make people who are scared of it,
go crazy.
But I love nature,
and I will try to save nature,
and reuse, reduce, and recycle paper,
(when it's possible).
By Judit Duran Calzada
Friday 6 th August 2010
Discusting I say,
when I see that playground,
when I smell it even,
from far away.
Some of it is green,
some of it is brown,
but they don't really know,
it is discusting smashed up painted car wheel tire.
All my friends go there,
and that makes me sad,
my mum doesn't let me go there,
and that also makes me mad.
But I don't care anyways cause it's,
discusting, smelly, green and brown,
smashed up, painted, car wheel tire.
By Judit Duran calzada
