My holiday recount

My holiday

Was poppa and my's drift wood hunt successful?Well,here is the story that should explain it all.

It was a warm day at the beach in Whanganui. Poppa and I had decided to drive to the beach and search for driftwood for poppa to polish and sell.

We were looking around,and I decided to come back, closer to poppa. But almost immediately the damp wood he was standing on collapsed beneath him and he fell on his back. I helped him up, and, luckily he only grazed his elbow. It had some dark red blood coming out, but nothing too serious. We found one stick,yes, one stick he could sell as a walking stick.

The warm wind was covering us in sea spray.

The second beach was covered in more sticks,

but still no luck. After that we decided to called it a day.

Olympic poem

This is my diamanté poem about lap running at the Olympics.

           Running laps

Sweaty                     Tense

Sprinting, Puffing, Speeding

Medals                  Podiums

                  Turf

WALT hook our readers using only a question

I wonder what made that noise?

I am watching T.V.,it is 8:45 pm… it can't be the birds,they should be asleep. Perhaps it is the cat… it’s getting nearer and louder. It sounds kind of metallic, so it must be on the roof.

It's very annoying. Hmmm… I should check what's making that noise,before it gets on my nerves.As I walk outside I see the cats eyes flashing in the light of the house while he sits on the fence. Right.So that's crossed of the list. 

“BAAACAAW!”I hit the deck immediately,as I humongous flock of sea birds dive bomb me and the house. Feathers,feathers everywhere! My face is being smacked by thousands of sea smelling wings as they crowd the house. There is barely any breathing space,as I get a beak to the forehead. Never mind,I guess birds do stay up late some days.

The aftermath isn't pretty. Poop and feathers are everywhere. Even some fishy vomi-never mind. I'll just leave it as this: Me and my parents have a lot of cleaning to do.ALOT.