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Sky-ship adventure

Sky-ship adventure

You’ve probably been on an airship when the sun was shining on the ocean. Remember how we would feel the wind on our face?

l bet you’ve enjoyed swimming in the waves.

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Steve launched the sky-ship into the air. It was a lovely sunny day perfect flying conditions. 

Bob was worried as he knew a storm was approaching. Bob didn’t want to tell Steve as it 

was his dream. He had already waited 10 years to go. Bob didn’t want to spoil their 

adventure.

It was to late. The storm had arrived. The sky-ship was about to be blown off course. Bob knew that it was about to become very bumpy. He had to warn Steve. Steve was trying his hardest to 

steer the sky-ship through the storm. Bob was running around screaming as the wind was trying to blow him away. Bob gripped the rail tightly. 

“I thought you checked the weather forecast earlier!?”

The wind was so rapid the ship flew down to the ocean and crashed.

The start of a path

You are the start of a path

looking forward to something

that will never come.

 

You are a piece of gold

shimmering in the dark

like a wish that never

came true.

 

You are a piece of string

dancing around in the

moonlight like a ballerina.

 

You are a rubber rubbing

out the wrong.

 

You are a vulture screaming

for food like a baby.

 

You are a turtle crying

out for help as people

destroy the ocean.

How to look after a fire fox.

First,give it a name it knows for when you call it.                                                                                                           Next, take it to a park because with out fresh air it could not live long.

Finally,let it sleep in a boll of chilli pepper as it might eat them.

Blue wale

What is small? An ants brain ,a baby’s finger nail & bread crumbs.

What is big? The bright sun,a solid house   & a blue wale.

What is hot? Burning flames,sizzling burgers & chilly peppers.

What I’d love to paint

I want to paint …

the owl hooting in the moonlight with the moon glimmering on the silky soft as white as snow .

the scent of the petroleum’s petal wafting through a wonderful window .

the sound of horses hooves clopping up a homey hill as quietly as a silent whisper.

I want to paint …

the smell of coffee in the white wanted kitchen.

the touch of snow on a white cold day .

the sound of a wolf howling in the moonlight like a deep growl.

I want to paint …

the children laughing and playing in the playground.

the soft slow of my mum sneezing inside of my room.

the dads laugh chuckling in the sunset with a faint laugh in the distens.

I want to paint the end of the day.