Push bump smash!My heart starts pumping when I run as fast as a cheetah.Its off to the backs.The backs dart through the weak defence. TRY! We score!There goes the final whistle that makes me relax.
Sitting there wondering if I'm going to get picked for the awesome team to represent Napier, I hear the names being called. My nerves grow bigger and bigger.
"Chase Solomon," he calls.
My heart just starts to glow in amazement,then fills with joy. I then shake my coaches hand and thank him.
By Chase Solomon
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
WIND
It glides through the city
tackling everything that gets in its way.
Fighting trees managing to survive.
It whistles on top of the roofs.
When it glides through the air
its like a leopard pouncing on its prey.
by John O.
tackling everything that gets in its way.
Fighting trees managing to survive.
It whistles on top of the roofs.
When it glides through the air
its like a leopard pouncing on its prey.
by John O.
Monday, August 29, 2011
WIND
Wind creeps through my hair.
His temperature grows cold every brilliant minute.
He's a monster to the children.
He's a thief for the business people.
He's a threat too for the nature.
So beware,you'll never know when the wind might turn his cold eyes on you.
By Zeel.S
His temperature grows cold every brilliant minute.
He's a monster to the children.
He's a thief for the business people.
He's a threat too for the nature.
So beware,you'll never know when the wind might turn his cold eyes on you.
By Zeel.S
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