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Thursday, 30 July 2020
The storm
The storm is raging like a gorilla
Terrifying and dangerous.
Running through the wind mills across the landscape,
Like a giant shadow. Stomping its feet making the ground shake.
It punches through the trees with its arms.
Climbing the houses with his legs and arms,
It rages at everything it wont stop.
Crashing, snorting and raging,Clumsy, wild and furious.
Wednesday, 1 July 2020
Boat
for the last three days we have building boats with our teacher
and learning about refugees this is my rescue boat.
Escaping our country
Escaping Our Country - by Kade
When I was 8 years old I had to leave my country. My name is Kare and this is my story. It was a sunny day everyone was playing outside until I saw some planes. I saw like about twenty plane’s and saw some people gliding down my mum and dad told me to pack precious stuff. So I packed heaps of clothes and toys and some teddys. I asked if I could bring my NFL ball but my mum said no how about my money I said she shook her head. I packed both of my bags and I jumped out of the window and we all biked to the barn and ran up the hill.I said to my dad why didn't we go on the quad my dad said we will look suspicious son. We walked for 10 hour up and down the hills. I was tired but I kept going. Finally we got to the boat everyone was trying to squeeze in my mum and dad were squeezing me it was annoying. It started to rain when we left and our country looked disgusting people as we were trying to get off the beach hours later we were in the middle of the ocean I was asleep and my mum woke me up just when the boat flipped everyone tried to flip it over It took 5minitutes to flip it over and I notice there were less people on the boat I found my dad but not my mum. I reckon mum drowned and said dad I wanted to cry but I was too scared.
When I was 8 years old I had to leave my country. My name is Kare and this is my story. It was a sunny day everyone was playing outside until I saw some planes. I saw like about twenty plane’s and saw some people gliding down my mum and dad told me to pack precious stuff. So I packed heaps of clothes and toys and some teddys. I asked if I could bring my NFL ball but my mum said no how about my money I said she shook her head. I packed both of my bags and I jumped out of the window and we all biked to the barn and ran up the hill.I said to my dad why didn't we go on the quad my dad said we will look suspicious son. We walked for 10 hour up and down the hills. I was tired but I kept going. Finally we got to the boat everyone was trying to squeeze in my mum and dad were squeezing me it was annoying. It started to rain when we left and our country looked disgusting people as we were trying to get off the beach hours later we were in the middle of the ocean I was asleep and my mum woke me up just when the boat flipped everyone tried to flip it over It took 5minitutes to flip it over and I notice there were less people on the boat I found my dad but not my mum. I reckon mum drowned and said dad I wanted to cry but I was too scared.
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