WALT: compose a poem about the ‘Watersilde’
The ‘Watersilde’
The waterslide
I was waiting in line
I heard the howls of laughter
Then It was my turn
I slid like a penguin and went at the speed of lightning
Then I hit a great puddle of splash!
Only to be greeted by a deep hole of mud!
Showing posts with label Camp 2018. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camp 2018. Show all posts
Monday, 12 November 2018
Thursday, 8 November 2018
Camps air rifle
Camp.The air rifle
I looked throw the scope and saw my target I squeezed the trigger and fire I missed I opened the barrel and loaded my next shot I took my aim It had to work and I froze as I heard the bullet hit metal I had hit the hardest target the bullet the one next to what I was aiming for I took a step back and took my last shot and a hit yes
I looked throw the scope and saw my target I squeezed the trigger and fire I missed I opened the barrel and loaded my next shot I took my aim It had to work and I froze as I heard the bullet hit metal I had hit the hardest target the bullet the one next to what I was aiming for I took a step back and took my last shot and a hit yes
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