Plush animals

Plush animals.

The hot summer’s sun sears my bed like a shank of beef. Even though the curtains are closed, the sun was in full swing.At night when the moon is clear, the light burns your body like a white laser. At night is really cold like you are in a snow capsular. When you stand in the sun, the light penetrates you into the air.Lovingly, I hug my extraordinary purple unicorn. The plush fiberglass silk mane softens the hard, lumpy mattress. Cuddling my zoo of plush animals is an

amazing feeling. Weaving and tugging, gently with the silk I plait the unicorns and horses mane and tail.Pulling at the giant ropes of leather, the horses disobey the tugging and refuse to walk. Gazing and gaping at the long necks, the giraffes tower over me calmly.      

The sea by dareeya -writing 2017

                               

The Sea   Roughly pushing, the golden sand screams helplessly as the water shoves carelessly to the scoring sand. The foam soothes calmly as the shells happily greet them. Waving a goodbye, the shells turn and scatter away as the sea collects their friends up gently. Gobbling the unfortunate, the seagulls spring into action, picking greedily at the pipi's shells. Helplessly demanding, the soft muscles babbles their justice and freedom from the bright brittle bills. Flicking her tail skillfully, the grey shark kicked a drop of water off her tail like she was playing soccer. Jumping for joy, dad manoeuvred the boat to the spot where the shark took the spotlight. Lazily, I took a worn cushion and strained my eyes to see the silver shark almost tipped the boat upside down. Then…POP the magnificent shark landed in the gleaming white boat.Hurriedly, I grab the slippery, slimy fish with delight, and examined the unique features of the miniature shark.     By Dareeya

green poem by dareeya

Green

Green is the seasickness on a boat.

It is the jealously for something from a girl.

It is the sick wave of fear that comes by you when something bad going to happen.

It is the disgust of something you don’t like.

Green is the mouldy cheese at the back of the fridge.

It is the nut inside a young pistachio shell.

It is the crisp apple on the evergreen tree.

It is a packet of sour skittles at the supermarket.

Green is the leaf on a tree.

It is the crunchy grass beneath your feet.

It is the colour of Tui house.

It is a uncleaned fish tank.

It is the algae in an unfiltered pool.

Green is nature and life.    

integrity game with Lylah 2017

Tile:  slippery snake

Equipment:  2 dodge balls and 7 cones.                                            Area: Outside on the side field.

Formations:  two groups of five children.

Instructions:

1. First everyone line up on one side of a cone.
2. Then everyone try kicking from one side to another.
3. When everyone has had a turn, split up into 2 groups.
4. Then group 1 kicks the ball straight along the cones to  group 2.
5. When you have kicked the ball to the other side,they tag the next person.

Variations: to make it a little harder, they can weave in and out of the cones and back.

swimming sports by dareeya 2017

                                   swimming sports 

The houses, chanting sliced through the coarse morning air.

Mrs Hobbs put her hand up we all stop, and we sit up and she chooses the best house to go into first the swimming pool grounds.

Once we were all seated in our houses, Mrs Hobbs called the 8 and 9-year-olds to the marshalling area.

First, Mrs Hobbs called the 8-year-olds first for one length freestyle.      

The nerves caused my stomach to clench even harder as I step up to the diving platform The scream of the whistle silents the whole pool grounds.

The bang of the clappers spring into life, deafening all of us but I spring in first starting with freestyle.                               Once I reach the end, one of the judges came over me and gave me a red cube. I walked over to Debbie and Mrs Cullen and gave them my cube and wrote my name next to 1st place and I walked back to my house.                                                                           Again the scream of the whistle but this time it sounds like a screaming headless chicken!?                                                                It was the boys turn to swim one length freestyle.

I didn’t see who was first, but now the 10,11,12 plus-year-olds one length freestyle.

Once everyone had swum, it was time for breaststroke no 8-year-olds wanted to do breaststroke but 9-year-olds did but I didn’t go.

When everyone did breaststroke it was time for morning tea and we played for 15 minutes.     I love backstroke so I went to the marshalling area.

I didn’t feel any nerve butterflies so I was confident.

Then I hopped in the pool tighten my arms around the bar.                       The clappers bang again and I’m off AGAIN!                                   So I was 2nd but I still got semi-finals and grand finals.

As always, the 10,11.and 12 plus go too.

Once backstroke was finished, the medley was on.

The medley is first freestyle then backstroke and breaststroke.

Once the medley was completed, it was lunch.

The line for lunch orders stretched all the way to the pools.

After lunch, the finals were on  I was on one and two lengths freestyle . and backstroke. I got second place in two lengths freestyle and third place in one length freestyle.   And I came 4th in the backstroke.

               

dareeya's learning conference

Dareeya's Learning Conference Term 2017                                                                                                                                              Thank you for the year 6's and my buddies that helped me get my slide ready in time. 

blue metphors 2017 by dareeya

                                             Blue💙💙

Blue is the sadness in one's heart.

It is the loneliness of a child being bullied. 

It is the shocked feeling you get when you wake up from a nightmare in the night. 

It is the ''laugh out loud tears of happiness.

Blue is the cold water in a pool.

It is the crashing waves against the granite rocks along the shoreline.

It is the beauty of a blue whale with a calf.

It is the camouflage of a blue shark swimming above the reefs.

 

It is the colour of the sky on a hot summer's day.

It is the beautiful blueberries in the fridge.
It is the magnificent mulberries sitting on the tree patiently waiting to be picked.

Blue is a sad but beautiful colour.

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