Like a mountain rising high.
They are crisp, they are small,
They turn into a snowball.
By Emma Benson
Saturday, November 6, 2010
A poem by me
This is a poem that I made last night about....
Fireworks
Orange and red blue and white
make the starless night alight.
Sparkle, crackle, fizzle, pops.
See which fireworks are the tops.
They go flying through the air
then BANG sparks go everywhere.
I shall watch them in delight.
fireworks on Guy Fawkes night.
Zak Benson
Friday, November 5, 2010
Horse riding
On Saturday I went horse riding with Mum, Ruby and Jane.
My horse was called Lenora. She was brown. She was bigger than Ruby's horse but she was smaller than Mum's horse.
While I was riding with Ruby I saw Mum fly 5 meters away from her horse landing with a plonk! When we met up with them again she was crying and she had moved from Jake to Annie. They were both brown but Annie had a white stripe on her forehead.
We took a couple of photos of us on the horses then we had cheese sandwiches for lunch. My favourite!
Mum hurt her left shoulder when she landed.It hurt badly but it's not broken.
I had a brilliant day.By Emma.
My horse was called Lenora. She was brown. She was bigger than Ruby's horse but she was smaller than Mum's horse.
While I was riding with Ruby I saw Mum fly 5 meters away from her horse landing with a plonk! When we met up with them again she was crying and she had moved from Jake to Annie. They were both brown but Annie had a white stripe on her forehead.
We took a couple of photos of us on the horses then we had cheese sandwiches for lunch. My favourite!
Mum hurt her left shoulder when she landed.It hurt badly but it's not broken.
I had a brilliant day.By Emma.
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