Writing

Kiaora whānau

We have been working on our techniques in writing as a class to make our work more enjoyable and make the reader want to be a part of our story.
Yesterday, we looked at metaphors in poems and 'jazzing up our writing'
Here are our sampls for the day!

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

I took the pen out of my pocket and set it on to a leaf of paper.
I told it to start walking but it stayed where it was.
I slammed my fist in the table and the pen gave a little jump.
It styaed where it was for half an hour.
I sank into a dream of when the pen would start walking and I listened to the pen walk across the paper, out the window and across the street.

Na Max

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Today I trained my pen to write.
At first it was confused, it looked at me with timid eyes.
I patted its head as it started to write.
The next day, it came to school with me.
It went crazy.
It started to write like mad- stories, poems, metaphors, similes and personification.
The pen ran away.

Na Cheyelle

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

As I'm about to write I say- get off the ground, sit up straight!
We have lots of work to do today!
He did not know what to do, he did not know what to say.
He got up off the floor, then inside- hurray!
I walked him around the plain white street.
Backwards and forwards, here and there.
he ran away in a flash!
After that, I was as happy as ever.
My picture was finished!

Na Isabella

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

I yelled 'go away you stupid pen.'
'Go practice your dancing- just leave me alone.
I slapped its head and quick as a flick, the pen danced all day long.
I stood there and smiled, while watching the pen dance.
I felt as happy as larry.
It danced all the way home, and with a blink of an eye
my luck just came right.
The pen had finished its work that it did all through the night.

Na Tanisha

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

I took the pen's leash off today.
It stood there in deep fear.
It tried to get back on but I didn't let it.
Then it jumped with fear, a piece of paper was coming.
It squirmed a lot when it saw paper.
He shot out from under my legs.
Then he turned around.
I looked in my bag and saw a piece of paper.
I put the pen on top, the pen panicked and ran, ran, ran.

Na Kahurangi

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Today I released my pen, I released my pen for a walk.
It stood in despair and disbelief for my pen had not moved an inch.
At the stomp of my foot, this got it good and fell to its knees.
My body was enraged and threw it on the page, seeing it stare in horror.
I threw my pencil to give it a clue.
I jumped up and down giving it a frown,
and as it turned, it sprinted for dear life!

Na Abel

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Today I took my pen for a walk and I grabbed the leash
I took it off him, I let it go and be free.
It thought I was strange and didn't know what I was saying.
I hit his head and it got scared, I wanted it to go.
I didn't know what to do until- I got the pen's enemy....the pencil!
The pencil chased the pen around the paper
until they were tired.
The pen wrote 'Help Me.'

Na Kawhia

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Today I let my pen go walkabout.
It wouldn't go at first.
I gave it an encouraging yell.
It started to inch its way along.
You annoying contraption!
You should be grateful!
Now get out of here!
It pouted its face at me.
I put my foot down and gave it a boot.
It started to run away furiously.

Na Lucy

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

One day in class, my pen did not want to walk.
I hooked its leash around my wrist and started tugging.
He would not budge.
He was like an old piece of gum stuck to the paper.
My pen got loose, he was a loose hare hopping around and 'twing' he flew.
Come back to the drawing board, you naughty pen!

Na Bailey

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Tonight I took my pen for a walk- I put it on a piece of paper and it did not write at first.
It was scared but I trained it.
It wrote two lines about a worm.
The pen looked at me and smiled.

Na Cheyanne

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Tonight I went on a walk with my pen.
I took the leash and told him to get on with it.
He moved and we both realised that he was writing.
He went crazy, so I returned him to his leash.
I put him back in his cage and he was afraid.

Na Karama

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Today I shoved my pen out of the cat flap.
He looked at me with worried eyes.
It wondered 'what's happening'
I yelled- shoo, scram, I don't want you anymore!
He looked at me firghtened.
I said 'leave me'
He looked at me unhappily.
He whimpered at me.
He ran and ran away from me.

Na Analijia

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

Tonight I took my pen for a walk and took the leash off him.
At first he did not know what I meant
I hit his head softly and he took a few steps back.
He stared at me and I put my foot down.
I said run, run, run until he ran out of ink.

Na Jonathan

TAKING MY PEN FOR A WALK

My pen, as frightened as a horrified bat.
My pen was shivering like an old fruit bat.
The pen crept down from his cotton bed.
My pen was as scared as a toothless cat.
My pen was as fast as a racing cheetah.
My pen wouldn't jump into my hand.

Na Te Otene