Mum cinquain poem

Mummy

Mummy

Cool, Beautiful

Loves to sing

Kind and helps me

cook

Windy day poem

Windy Day

The wind looks Like nothing, nobody can see it

The wind sounds like a whistle of a bird tweeting out for joy

The wind smells like a flower blooming in the sun

The wind tastes like a warming fire toasting marshmallows into gold

The wind feels like a volcano and sometimes it feels cold like the North Pole.

W = whistling wind

I = icey cold wind

N = naughty wind

D = dangerous wind

Poem about me

Waimeria

Brown eyes, orange, brown and black longish hair,

One sister called Kierah and 2 brothers called Micaiah and Brandon.

I love my family, games and my skateboard.

I feel sad because I didn't want to leave my old school because I had the best friends there and teacher at that school.  My teacher was very nice.

I need to learn English and to help the poor get food and money.

I give people my bike and my scooter for free.

I fear spiders, cockroaches and wood beetles.

I would like to see my new baby cousin.

I dream that one day I will help the poor people to have a house.

Wyatt is in my new class and Mrs Roach is my new teacher.

My nicknames are Angel, Honey Bunny and Baby Girl.