i will die in space

 26th feb 2016

i was in the space ship going up to the moon i am going to walk on it i said and not were a marcs and die yay but it was be painful but worth THE END.

 

THE MOTORBIKE TRACK

The Motorbike Track

The dusty track is like a big foggy mess  in the sky.

The motorbike track is like that

The motorbikes smelling like oil.

And they are smashing into each other. 

We can hear big bangs and crash

The moto bike track is like that.

Walt: we are using our senses to write a poem
describing a special place.        

APOCALYPSE

                                      APOCALYPSE

The buildings lay old and rickety as slowly walked  into the chipped school

  The playground was old and the window was all moldy. The sand was all dutsy

and blowing like a tornado. 

we are learning to add detail t are writing