28.10.09

MASKED PARADE: POETIC WRITING

I felt hot and bothered.
I had dancing ants in my pants.
I heard very loud shouting, stamping feet to the music and lots of chatterboxes.
It looked like everyone taking pictures and cheering.
It smelled like hot crispy salty chips and steaming sausages.

By Eva




I heard people having conversations about how cool and beautiful the masks were.
I saw people looking out for their kids and taking photos.
I smelled the candy floss, pink fluffy candy floss. Yum.


By Mackensey

MASKED PARADE: POETIC WRITING



We are learning to create poetic writing: