Changing landscapes

Up ahead ,
the green grass,
grows to the sky,
while we play a game,
for we did not know of the changing landscapes.
New houses,
new buildings,
noise from neighbours fill our ears,
screeches from the wind,
tells us its sad.
We didn't know of the changing landscapes.  

Pocket Money

Pocket money is essential for children.As it teaches them how to spend and save money correctly,even if they make mistakes and buy junk.I think that children should earn pocket money as they may or may not help them in their future career.


It may help them as they could be a accountant or someone working at a bank or shop.So they know how to do taxes and add it up.It also help us and they might even help you in the future.  


Pocket money is good as kids can help parents out by doing chores and and earning money with that money they could help buy food and other needs. While their doing chores the parents can relax and enjoy life.


I think pocket money is essential for children's lives because of the lessons they learn about money.

Poem

The house was usual enough;It had

A room,a kitchen, a living room, a office.

My sister,My grandparents and I.

We played in the backyard.made arts and crafts.ate snacks, baked Cookies and cakes,swam or ran.

Doing nothing important.

By Clarissa Erlank :p

Inspired by James K.Baxter

Umbrellas

 It has a clear base, painted over that is colourful rainbow,stars,and moons spread out wildly.A pink handle connected to the fantasy waterfall.I take the pink handle and set for school.Suddenly it starts storming.I stop.um do i really have to go to school,"I ask?

"Yes,"mum said firmly.

"Fine,"I moaned.

I walked out the door,afraid of getting wet.I started running.Faster and faster I went.Click clack went the rain.I move faster.It took me awhile but soon I was in front of the gates.At least it didn't have lightning.It did.I started running faster.I almost hit a pole but I quickly avoided it and  got to the stairs I was under the roof.

*Goal Achieved!* 

Geometry

Rubbish in my lunchbox

How Happy Poem

 How happy-
 when you bite 
 into ice cream
 smile.

How happy-
when you pat 
your pet 
and they squeal in delight!

How happy-
when you have a huge pizza
all to yourself!