I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see,
“And what is colour like?”
“Why yellow,” said he,
“Is like the beautiful birds you hear in the great forests of New Zealand,
The pine trees they hide in, they are dark green,
And blue is like the sky as it feels like God is looking upon you,
Pink is as the smell when you are around delicious fruit,
Purple is like tasting fresh berries that I picked from a bush,
White is the the paper on which I write stories,
Yellow is the warmth of fire that burns in the furnace,
And red is the raspberry pie my father makes when he is bored”

Michael

My Tui Report

Tui Report

Tuis are majestic birds with very black feathers. They have a bright white tuft under their chin which illuminates them.

They’re known to live in a lot of places such as open country and gardens they can also be found in forests or scrubs. They usually are in places which have supplies of nectar, sometimes tui travel outside their usual territory to feed.  These birds are found throughout New Zealand.

Tui leave to islands to hatch and lay eggs.  These eggs take 2 weeks to hatch.  They usually lay 2-4 eggs and nest between November and December.

The young feed on insects and nectar for the first few days.  Slightly older birds feed on berries, moths, spiders, and large insects, mostly stick insects.  Older Tui feed on nectar, insects, fruit, and berries.

They are the first to call or sing in the morning and they sing many different notes usually bell like or sometimes croaks, coughs, or squeaks.

Michael W

I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see,
“And what is colour like?”
“Why yellow,” said he,
“Is like the beautiful birds you hear in the great forests of New Zealand,
The pine trees they hide in, they are dark green,
And blue is like the sky as it feels like God is looking upon you,
Pink is as the smell when you are around delicious fruit,
Purple is like tasting fresh berries that I picked from a bush,
White is the the paper on which I write stories,
Yellow is the warmth of fire that burns in the furnace,
And red is the raspberry pie my father makes when he is bored”

Michael

My Perimetre work

My mind map

Snorkelling

MY SWIMMING RECOUNT

Snap! I felt a sharp pain, my vision was blurred for a second, I could see a  dark blue blur. Suddenly I felt like I was under the sea.  A quiet sound rang in my ears as I threw my head out of the water. The quiet noise immediately turned to shouting.

I was told “Today we will be snorkeling I need you all to duck down and guess your partners number.” I burst under the water struggling to see my partners number. I couldn't breathe I leapt out of the water gasping for breath. I was forced to do this four times, on the third time it became fun.

We were all handed snorkles to use.  I tested mine.  I knelt down and magically it worked! Breathing slowly but pacing myself I worked my way towards Mr Burton. “Free time!” Mr Burton exclaimed with glee. I lay on my belly floating along peacefully.

A shocking noise suddenly rang in my ears “Time to get out.” said Mr Burton. I sighed as we took off our gear. As I walked back to class I thought about how good my day was. I had enjoyed my time in the pool.

My Mihi

This is my Mihi.