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Letter from the Highwayman to Bess

To my sweet shuger plum Bell
Please can we spend our lives together? When I first sore you, I new you was the one for me. To me I see you as a queen of angils , with blushed rose cheeks. Your eyelashes are waves crashing aganst the shore. I dreem of you my dear.You are the girl [...]

Tim’s letter to bess

Dear bess,
I am so sorry my mind is a dead fox you were the loveliest and kindest girl I met I loved you  since you were born and I love you now I am so devastated and destroyed I don’t know  what to  do or say  i  am so sad  i fell  stupid  and  insane
your sincerley
tim
by [...]

Horses

Horses horses everywhere,
horses horses in the Fields,
Horses horses gallop and trot,
horses horses some lose the plot,
Horses horses everywhere,
horses horses in the stables!!!!!!!!!!
by scarlett

strawberrys

strawberrys
lovely  red strawberrys
juicy  shiney
with a storky
nice and  green
like  a  lovley bush
they  are  lush
pippy  but  yummy
by louise

Bed Time

I hear freaky noises floorboards creaking I thought it was mum just then my brother called mum,mums in the kitchen I was really scared someones there I thought who was it maybe a monster I was as scared as people were at world war 2.                           willow

Highwayman

A highwayman was a robber who preyed on travelled  0partially one who travelled by horse ; those who robbed by foot were called footpads    .Mounted [...]

Tim’s Letter to Bess

One or two ideas for starting that letter. Remember the poem is very strong, full of emotion.
The letter should be like that too. Keita’s idea for the metaphor about the mind, I think was a good one. Try out your own before Tuesday.
My mind is a dead world. You’re gone!
What will I do now? Slink [...]

class rules

Do not swing on your chair
Always listen to the teacher
Speak clearly
Dont um and er
Sit still and dont fiddle
look at the person who is talking
do not talk when someone else is talking.
Do not kick
Do not punch
by jessica

My own verstion of chocs

In the half pound of moonlight
my small hand crept in
there was an electnfing rustle
and a dark and glomoras sent went
into my open and religos mouth as the first
marziepan moment went in
yum delishos
down the crinkly second lair
five finger piglets pinched
the hazle wherl,
the caramal swurle,
the blak chery and almound truffle,
the coffie cream
oh and half a orange supream
by [...]