Welcome back to term four,the last one of the year. Our topic this term is" Around the World "which focuses upon celebrations and festivals .We will be recearching how different cultures celebrate good times, sad times and special events . After this we get to choose a country and event to research on our own and later in the term we will have a day of celebration to share food, games and the learning we have experienced. We are really getting excited about writing this term and are busy creating some wonderful descriptive work. Here are some examples of some colourful, rich descriptions from pictures in the New Zealand Geographic magazine. Devil Lizard By Jack Byrne In this picture there is a devious devil lizard, colourful, craggy, crusty skin bursting with energy, emerging its feet out of a saucer of crystal clear, shimmering water, like a baby taking its first steps.  The canyon of spikes along the demon's back is a piece of art, sharp as a winter's breeze. The creature's eye glints at the camera, like a star in the night. The splash echoes from the water as the gecko pulls its leg out of the mirror-like liquid. The silence comes back.       Buddy Reading!!!

Here are some great examples of persuasive writing we  created on luring tourists to our favourite destinations.

PEACEFUL, PRISTENE CLEVEDON
I think Clevedon Village is the most magnificent village in the world. I would like to invite you here to show you what Clevedon's got. I guarantee you will have the best time of your life! Firstly Clevedon has the most pristene, peaceful rivers, lakes and seas in the whole world. Secondly Clevedon is only 45 minutes away from the most sparkly, shimmering- with-beauty Auckland city. Also Clevedon has the most classy shops and the most cosy cafes and they have the most delicious food especially  their chocolate cake oozing with rich chocolate with the full taste that everyone loves! Thirdly when you visit Clevedon you can try out all differerent sports. Theres Horse Riding, soccer, rugby, tennis , swimming in lakes, hiking , biking and loads more! There you have it! Grab your plane ticket and I guarantee it will be fantastic!! By Georgia Billman
Acrostic poem for the Rugby World Cup Roughly tackling, throwing people down in defeat. Underdogs thriving and battling for the top. Grinding of bones as sprigs hit the head. Blasting noise from the All Blacks roar of triumph. You'd better be there! Wild roars from the entertaind crowd. Overall effectiveness of of the stunning score. Richie Mccaw plourhing throurh the left wing Lunatics of Australia whipped by Ireland Destruction of the All Blacks crushing Australia Crushing force on bones as the scrum engages Under the pile of kicking and thrashing of the intense forward pack Play for the win, for the history, for the cup...   FOR RUGBY!!!  The love After silence struck the wet, damp forest, the sudden  loud tweeting of a new born yellow- crowned paraket  echoed throughout the thickness of trees. Huddling for warmth with his parents tears of joy flowing like a water fall down thier green faces, a newlyborn baby awaited his proud parents. The wait is over , happines built the forest stronger. Heart- warming love filled their hearts the father's devilish red eyes peering through the darkness at his new son. My picture shows true love - that of a new parent. By Pippi

In our descriptive writing this term we have learnt to use Similes and Metaphors. Here are some examples

Metaphors:

• The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
•We would have had more pizza to eat if Tammy hadnt been such a hog.
• America is a melting pot of different cultures.

Similes:

•As clean as a whistle
•As fresh as a daisy
•As busy as a bee.


What am I?

I am a fluffy, sleek mammal  with an emerald black nose. The bitter Arctic storms pelt against my coat as I search for my lunch, an arctic hare. My crystal white coat blends in magnificently with me in the frozen conditions.

My feet sink in the snow as I stride across the cold mounds of snow. all I can see are penguins diving and playing in the sea, and icebergs beyond. I am getting closer. My snout picks up the wonderful scent of meat. I rocket into a sprint, the wind whistling by my ears. I pounce on my dinner, ( the Arctic hare ) and sink my teeth into it's sweet, succulent flesh.

I drag my kill to the safety of my burrow beneath the snow and lie down in the warm, toasty den. I gulp down my prize and wait. I will have to hunt later, in this cold, winter storm....    

By Jack Byrne