The Scary High Ropes ll

I remember the scary highropes.
The prehistoric wooden poles where towering into the sky.
The sound of the wind blowwing in my face.
Strong ropes tugging.
The damp mown grass under my feet.
People scared as they climb.
Looking for and finding my helmet.
The feel of tough harnesspulling on my back.
The rush of wind was nice.
Sunny colours shone on my face.
I could hear my heart pounding as if  i would die.

By Tayla

CLIMBING THE HIGH ROPES

I remember the High Ropes.
Towering post reaching to the sky.
The wind whistling through my ear drums.
Tough ropes swinging madly.
The boys clinging on ropes.
The sun shouting into the children's eyes.
People heaving with their hands.
Looking and finding the next climbing boards.
The feel of fiberous ropes.
The flow of the air was carming
fine colours reflected on my face.
I could hear the wind as if it was a
voice.

by Joe

Flying kiwi

I remember the flying kiwi
Flying gear bunched up on the ground
The sound of children battling to get down
Tied belayers  pulling as hard as they could
Trees rustling in the wind while the kiwis going up.
The sun shining  through the trees
People happily laughing.
Looking at all the people go up
The feel of the wind
The force of  the ropes pulling me towards the grass
Lovely colours shine on the harness
I could hear the ropes calling me as if
it wanted me to have a tone.

by Tyler

Kayaking

I remember going kayaking

Muddy,Slippery,wet life jacket's hanging on the soaking green line drip drip drip.
I here the whistles and shimmers from the big wide stream way way down below.
Freezing water sparkling and talking to me as if i were its best friend.
The sun has made the children's faces light up and pounce out.
Popping my head around the corner looking and finding a huge brown slid with a little puddle at the bottom.
I feel squashy ground under my feet.
The feeling of the air bursting into children's faces.
Beautiful Rainbow colours shone on the wide green stream.
I could here the wind whispering quietly in my ear please don't leave.

BY GENNA 

Flying High In The Sky

I remember Flying high on the Flying Kiwi

Reaching for the sky

Noises of the wind whispering

Scared children flying to the sky

The sun creeping out from behind the clouds

People whispering in fright.

Looking and finding groups at an activity

The feel of breeze blowing through my hair

The bitter force of the air was incredible

The colours shone on me cheerful

I could hear my heart beat as if it was exploding

By Josh 

KAYAKING UP THE STREAM

I remember going kayaking
Muddy,wet life jacket hanging on the green slimy line
The life jacket rustling in the wind
Freezing cold water freeze my legs
The sun reflecting in children's faces
People screaming from every direction
Looking and finding  muddy  foot prints leading  to the coldest river ever
The feel of a gentle breeze on my back
The smell of fresh air was to lovely to breath in
Dazzling colours shone on the beautiful river
I could hear the water splashing very gracefully
As if it wanted to dance with me

BY KARA

Flying Kiwi.

I remember going on the flying kiwi.
Towering posts facing up to the atmosphere.
Hearing loud yelling of who was going first.
black ropes were everywhere.
shivering with excitement.
The sun hiding behind the clouds.
People screaming from all directions.
Looking and finding at the people below.
The feel of the cold wind in the sky.
The colours of the sky was beautiful.
I could feel my heart racing as if it was
about to explode.