Fractions

Controlled Flight

Emotion poem

In Room 8 we have been learning how to make our own poem. Here is one of mine.

Madness is dark red like a volcano spitting out fire.
 It tastes of a mouldy rotten cheese left in the fridge for weeks
 and it smells of burnt toast.
 It looks like a dark cave with weta's jumping frantically.
 It sounds like a lady screaming at her dog.
It feels horrible

Onomatopoeia poem

The ocean
splashing waves,crashing onto rocks. Swishing flippers of the sea diver. Chattering dolphins,blob blob blob of the snapper fish. Screeching seagulls.           
 

poetry queen bee blues

Waggle to the left,waggle to the right for excellent directions when the workers are in flight.
wiggle over here,wiggle over there. Stop! because your queen is back.

Imagination

Imagination is something your dream of that is not real like for an example I dreamt I had a talking dog.
Imagination is silly,funny,crazy. It doesn't need to make sense.

In my Imagination poster I have drawn a money tree, you know everyone wants to be rich.

Build your wild self

In Room 8 we have been creating our own  wild self creatures. The 1st creature that I made was a mix of animal parts like the  peacock, lion and elephant.