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Wednesday, 25 April 2012
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
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
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
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
