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Thursday 5th June

Writing about Marv

I always notice his big, gold belt buckle tightened around his jeans. He is very tall. he has brown, olive coloured skin. the top of his head is bald but he covers it with a cap. He takes his cap off when he is happy.

He cracks some funny 'Kiwi' jokes but we don't think they're funny, at least he tries!

Although his house is grand and big, his truck is old and dusty. He always keeps a loaded gun in his truck, "that's the way we do it around here!" he says.

Although he looks old, he is cheery and fun to be around, he makes me smile every time I see him.

To me, he is part of my family.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Some of you probably don't know who Marv is so I will tell you, He is my dad's boss in America and we are very close with him and his wife and his family and we love them very much even though we are not related to them.

Anzac Writing Competition

The bullets gain speed as they shoot towards my chest. Dropping onto my knees, I whine and groan and fall into a small shell hole, I know the battle is still on so I stay still showing no sign of motion or noise but I can't help it, "I NEED HELP!" I shout but it is useless, I don't go, I stay, I look down at the blood oozing from my wounds.

If I go, I will get shot again. If I stay, I will suffer.
I imagine my friends, still out there, dropping like bowling pins, I still hear gun shots ringing in my ears, I gag smelling my blood mixing with the thick, brown mud underneath me. I feel as white as a ghost, I can't go on....

Will I die?

Playing Hard

I pull my helmet on and push of down the hill.
Bump, bump, bump over the roots and up a hill, it feels like I'm going up a mountain, maybe that's
Were it got its name?? Curiosity floats and wafts through my mind as I try and concentrate on the track in front of me.
Suddenly a switchback appears in the on-coming track, I slowly put my breaks on as I turn the corner. I make sure I go as far out as I can so I don't fall off. 

More switchbacks appear, I ride all of them, it is great.

A big hill rises in front of my eyes, I lower my gear to 1, I stand up on my pedals, I push and I push, I really try hard and before I know it I'm at the top "Peice of cake!" I say.

Once I get back onto the flat I pull over and get my drink bottle out of its holder and I take a giant gulp.
I ride up the next hill and I push even harder than before. When I get to the end of the trail I ride the Pump track several times then I help load my bike onto the bike rack, I finish of the day with an ice cream and then I go home-IT WAS GREAT!

Ella's Poems

 Candyfloss spirals around the stick like cloud fluff.
The Ferris wheel rises up into the light blue sky.
Sun shines Down on me and burns my shoulders.
The Ice-block drips down my fingers as I cautiously lick the juice.
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The Sea dances off the big, rugged rocks.
 Sun hides behind the clouds like they're playing "hide and seek"
Tide leaves shore-lines where it has been.
The Wind blows the sand up my legs.
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The Tree stands in the dirt watching over the garden.
 Clouds sway and move in the bright, blue sky.
 Grass Waves at me as it shivers in the breeze.
The Tussocks dance as the wind whistles a tune.

Stealing Thunder Mary Casanova; Book Review

Stealing Thunder is about a girl called Libby, Her and Griffin (A boy she meets) find out that Libby's Kind Neighbor Jolene Porter Is leaving for a while and her husband is watching the horses until she comes back. Libby has never trusted Mr Porter and also learns to know that Mr porter has been reading the magazines about how to get good insurance money, Apparently is to kill or "Accidentally" Make a mistake or break or kill something....

Libby and Griffin Try to steal Thunderbird (Thunder) and the other three horses with all their might but they fail and Libby Unfortunately fractures two bones in her foot but is still eager to try again so at midnight her and Griff Sneak over to Mr porters house and head to the stable to see the horses again but suddenly the door creaks open and Mr porter comes in, Libby and Griff tiptoe around finding a big enough hiding spot for Libby and Griff to fit in together with Libby's Cast in the way "Thunders stable" Libby whispers. Libby hobbles over to Thunders stable and ducks down onto one leg as Griff appears next to her.

Mr Porter Pulls A match-box out of his pocket, lights a match, throws it towards a hay bale and leaves.....

Will Libby and Griff be able to save three horses in a huge fire with only three legs total?
Read the book to find out, Recommended for Ages 8-13, Boys and Girls.

Ella's Haiku's

Snow Falls Silently
Bushes Blanketed By Snow,
I Pull On My Gloves.



The Fire Crackles
The Soft, Furry Cat Purring,
Cuddled Beside Me.


By Ella