Wednesday 30 November 2016

In My Magic Box

In My Magic Box

I would have the glittering blue sky above me, with the sweet green grass in between my toes. There would be flowers with more colours that you can imagine, I would see the shining sea and sun with  beautiful butterflies fluttering around, with tall grassy hills and the site of a colourful rainbow with the fluffy white clouds hiding behind it.

I would hear buzzing bee’s making honey for me with the sound of kids playing and my puppy Gracie barking and having fun.
There would be the sound of the sea splashing in the sea and sea creatures playing in the water.

In my magic box would go a pantry with shelves full of ingredients and food that will never run out. I would have freshly grown vegetables and fruits that will always grow back.

In my magic box, I would feel the sea breeze wash against my face  and the fear vies feel of the warm cosy fire. Tucked in a corner would be all my emotions for when I need them.

In my magic box, I would smell the rumbling rain falling from the sky and the smell of a sweet red rose from the garden.

In my magic box, I would have my family, friends and my puppy Gracie and my other pets to have fun with. In my magic box would be my house with a room filled with craft and drawing supplies.



Sunday 27 November 2016

My Senses Poem Writting

My Senses Poems
These poems have all and some of the senses of our life.

Creamy Ice- Cream

Cold and sloppy as it melts in my mouth, it’s sweet and as I take a big lick. Cold and slimy as I touch it with my finger,
Rock like chunks of cookies with snow like cream dripping off the cone. Plop, splat, as it drips off the cone.


Red Rose
The aroma of a rose is sweeter than sugar in a cake with blood like petals that forming a magnificent rose. The touch of a rose is a furry feeling like a fluffy cat.