Description+Writing

==At the moment for descriptive writing, we are doing autumn poems. We will be posting them on YouTube with our own music in the background. ==

= Exquisite =

Age 11years.
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==Now that our autumn poem's are uploaded onto youtube, we have been describing pictures. The picture was of a hawk and Mrs Stevens graded us on it. My level is 4b. The highest level is 5 so I am pleased with my work. ==

Here Is An Interactive Puzzle For You To Enjoy! = Where am I? = = Oh please help, I am lost and in desperate need of saving. I don't exactly know where I am, but I'll explain to you what I can see and hear. = = There are many nesting birds that are extremely loud and have nests on tops of high western cliffs reaching from what I can see about 30 metres into the air. = = There is also a lot of algae in the surrounding blue waters and many tide pools. I haven't plucked up the courage to swim in the water yet, but it's pretty hot so I'll need to cool down at some time. = = I think I can just see the outlines of a city, that in my eyes, looks to be California in San Francisco, I'm not entirely sure but it could be possible. Hopefully you will know if I'm looking at California. = = In the way of buildings, there is quite a lot although they look old and abandoned, but I can see there must of been some sort of settlement long ago. There are many walls of metal bars and small tumble down cells made of rocky concrete. From what I can gather, it was a very large prison that is now shut down. = = Please help, I feel extremely lonely and scared. = = Where in the world am I? = = I will post the answer in 1 weeks time. =

= Term 3: = It is now the end of Term 3, but one of our main description writing projects was when we had to write about a picture given. We were marked on this by our teacher.

Below is a story I wrote around the picture:
 * Something Magical **


 * The old wise man awakes, scratching his beard thoughtfully. As his limp feet become in contact with the cold stone floor below him, he hobbles to the other side of the room to check on his beloved possession. **


 * I watch him from the corridor, keeping in mind that he could see me at any moment. The wise man’s grey eyes seem to come alive as he opens the draw of an oak chest, so old, it creaks with age. **


 * His fragile hands quiver uncontrollably as he opens a small velvet box in the centre of the chest. As he opens the box, I feel a shiver run down my spine. His bony fingers clasp a small yellow object that I can’t see very clearly from my position. **


 * I sneak along the corridor slightly further so I could get view of what the wise man was holding. I look more carefully and find I am looking at a flower. Although it is withered and drooped, it is still the most beautiful thing I have ever lain eyes upon. **


 * As quick as anything, the old man tosses the flower on the flag stone floor, his eyes becoming angry, as if the flower has done something unforgivable to him. **
 * Suddenly, the floor lights up and a bright, blinding light fills the room, making my eyes blur. It is as if some magical spell has been cast upon me. I turn away to shield my eyes, but as I had suspected he may, the wise man catches my sudden movement out of the corner of his wrinkled eye. **


 * ‘Why?’ I yelled ‘And what?’. **


 * The wise old man strokes his beard thoughtfully again, and takes hold of my shaking hand, he leads me to his bed. Looking me in the eye, he whispers words I don’t understand and then declares: **


 * ‘It is magical, endangered and I am doing my best to protect it and I need you to help me...’ **


 * By Rosie **