My Poem on the war

As the whistle blows,

I get on my feet,

The whistle keeps going TWEET, TWEET, TWEET!

I climb out, and hear a shout,

One of the men has gone down,

Flailing about like a clown,

I’m nearer to the Germans now,

The guns fire, pow pow pow!

I cross halfway,

Trying to keep away,

From the middle ground,

On which there is a mound,

Of dead bodies piled up high,

As I look at them I think Oh my, Oh my!

I’m near to the trenches,

My hand clenches,

Around the trigger of the gun,

That can do so much harm to one,

I pull the trigger,

And the pile of bodies just gets bigger,

What have I done I think in my head,

I have just made another poor man dead.

Camp

I have just gone on camp with my class, 7DH. It was really cool! We went to Papamoa Christian Camp. My fav activity was adrenaline forest. This is where you climb up in trees, on rope courses. There are obstacles and zipline's. There are 6 levels to do, I got up to level four. Wamarino was also really amazing. My fav thing at Wamarino was the Tarzan swing.  I'll be posting some photos.

Thx Mrs Hazlett!

Graffiti Street

Graffiti Street

As I walk into the cold, damp alleyway, I realize. I have made a huge mistake. This isn’t the small, short alleway the leads onto my road. This is graffiti heaven! The walls are covered with graffiti!!! There are frogs, skulls, cyborgs and just words. You name it, it was there! And then, I see a shadow, moving towards me. I quickly duck behind a bin, and then shadow moves past. But, the shadow has an owner. A ripped, patched hooded jumper cover the face, casting a gloomy shadow over the face, which I didn’t get to see. Moving down, navy blue jeans covered the person's legs. It’s shoes which, must have been white once, accommodated it’s feet. It’s toes pointed out of the front. The figure passes, and I move away, down to the end of the alley. I pass countless air-con units, mounted high on the wall, with people’s names on them. Dozens of multi-coloured dumpsters come into my sight, filled over the brim with cardboard and wood.

I have been here a while so far. The alley is pretty long. These are just some of the things I have seen ( excluding the things that I pointed out before. )

• Monsters,
• Countless words named ‘bash!’
• Jokers
• Scary clowns
• Stick men
• Pokemon

I can’t believe the graffiti here! In a way, it’s awesome! But, it’s still illegal. I guess that’s the fun of it, sneaking out after dark keeping a watch out for police and quickly spray-painting what you want to do. I don’t understand how the walls are filled up with with graffiti, and more keeps getting painted on. One day, someone should just paint the whole wall white so there’s a clear space. I wonder if the police know about this? There’s not much point in them getting involved. It will all just start again! They could just put cctv cameras up, but then it would move to a different wall.

Oh! Shoot! There is another shadow coming! I better go! BYE!

By Hugh  

Whales

Whales.

As I swim through the clear, cool water, I look down. Thousands of little fish and coral line the seabed, minding their own business. Me and my pod, are migrating to a warmer part of the pacific ocean.

There are about 400 whales in my pod, most of them younger whales.

I feel the water changing, from warm to cool as the sun goes down. The water gets darker and darker. In the distance, I can see a big rock formation. As I come up to breathe, I realise that there is more to the rocks underwater. The rocks are a base to a  massive mountain. I stare at it and then go back underwater.

A few hours later, I hear a cry for help. The noise echoes towards and around us. My whole pod and I rush towards the cry. All of a sudden, I have a weird illusion. At least, I think that it was an illusion. It seemed to me that the seabed was rushing up to meet me. All of a sudden, I felt sand under my belly. It was a strange feeling, I looked to my right and saw my pod lined up along the beach as if we were hung up on a clothesline. The same thing as I look to my right. Over 200 beached whales- including myself. That’s when I heard a strange voice. I felt a hand rest on my body.

I hear a voice say “Do you think that it’ll be alright?”

“I hope so!” Another one answered.

After a long night of water being washed over my body, and wet towels being put over my back, the sun finally rose. I thought that I would never see the sun again. Unfortunately, a good part of my pod didn't see the sun again. They died in the night. All of a sudden, I was being moved! I was now free! I swam out a long way and then stopped. I turned around and swam back. I wanted to get one last look at my friends. But, the humans had formed a barrier. I couldn’t get past them. I could see all the tails of my dead friends.  I say a quiet prayer for them and wish them good luck.

“Well then”, I say, “Goodbye” I say, and swim away.

By Hugh