Happy New Year

Tomorrow is the day where it going to be 2023 I can’t believe time went by so fast. For some people they actually go back to they’re country where they’re family mostly lives well me and my family wants to stay here a little more so we will stay at home and did you also know that there’s a new Covid so I don’t recommend going back if your asain.

December 31, 2022

My shape poem

Kia ora,

Today I have been writing a shape poem using my idea sheet I created. A shape poem is a poem where the words are in a shape or pattern to reveal an image. My poem is about wild horses that run on the beach in the summer sun. I really enjoy writing poems and I hope you do too.

To write a poem the first thing you need to do is choose a topic it can be about yourself, your favourite food or even a place or a season.Once you have chosen your topic you need to think of some word to describe your topic like if it was a dog you might say furry or loyal. Now you can start writing your poem.

Fun fact, did you know there are over 50 different types of poems, some of these are limerick, a haiku, an acrostic poem and there are so much more. I found it challenging to get the words to fit the shape of my shape. I enjoyed writing the poem because I enjoy writing poems about the beach. I hope you like reading my poem.

December 31, 2022

Tangram Tangles!

This morning I woke up and did an activity about tangrams,
This involved me making my own tangrams on a really cool website.
For my first tangram I chose a basic one, I made a colourful house. 
It was tricky to keep changing the angles of the shapes it got my brain a bit muddled up too.
 

For my second tangram a made a design a bit more advanced,
 it was the Sydney Opera House,
 I chose to do this because this summer my grandad and 
                                 uncles came over from sydney to see us.
This one really got me confused because of all the triangles.

What would you make that relates to your summer.

December 31, 2022

The Fairy’s New Year Gift

Two little boys were at play one day when a Fairy suddenly appeared before them and said, “I have been sent to give you New Year presents.”

She handed each child a package, and in an instant was gone.

Carl and Philip opened the packages and found in them two beautiful books, with pages as pure and white as the snow when it first fell.

Many months passed and the Fairy came again to the boys. “I have brought you each other’s book?” she said, “and will take the first ones back to Father Time who sent them to you.”

“May I not keep mine a little longer?” asked Philip. “I have hardly thought about it lately. I’d like to paint something on the last leaf that lies open.”

“No,” said the Fairy; “I must take it just as it is.”

“I wish that I could look through mine just once,” said Carl; “I have only seen one page at a time, for when the leaf turns over it sticks fast, and I can never open the book at more than one place each day.”

“You shall look at your book,” said the Fairy, “and Philip, at his.” And she lit for them two little silver lamps, by the light of which they saw the pages as she turned them.

The boys looked in wonder. Could it be that these were the same fair books she had given them a year ago? Where were the clean, white pages, as pure and beautiful as the snow when it first fell? Here was a page with ugly, black spots and scratches upon it; while the very next page showed a lovely little picture.

Some pages were decorated with gold and silver and gorgeous colors, others with beautiful flowers, and still others with a rainbow of softest, most delicate brightness. Yet even on the most beautiful of the pages there were ugly blots and scratches.

Carl and Philip looked up at the Fairy at last.

“Who did this?” they asked. “Every page was white and fair as we opened to it; yet now there is not a single blank place in the whole book!”

“Shall I explain some of the pictures to you?” said the Fairy, smiling at the two little boys.

“See, Philip, the spray of roses bloomed on this page when you let the baby have your playthings; and this pretty bird, that looks as if it were singing with all its might, would never have been on this page if you had not tried to be kind and pleasant the other day, instead of quarrelling.”

“But what makes this blot?” asked Philip.

“That,” said the Fairy sadly; “that came when you told an untruth one day, and this when you did not mind mamma. All these blots and scratches that look so ugly, both in your book and in Carl’s, were made when you were naughty. Each pretty thing in your books came on its page when you were good.”

“Oh, if we could only have the books again!” said Carl and Philip.

“That cannot be,” said the Fairy. “See! They are dated for this year, and they must now go back into Father Time’s bookcase, but I have brought you each a new one. Perhaps you can make these more beautiful than the others.”

So saying, she vanished, and the boys were left alone, but each held in his hand a new book open at the first page.

And on the back of this book was written in letters of gold, “For the New Year.”

December 31, 2022

Two little boys were at play one day when a Fairy suddenly appeared before them and said, “I have been sent to give you New Year presents.”

She handed each child a package, and in an instant was gone.

Carl and Philip opened the packages and found in them two beautiful books, with pages as pure and white as the snow when it first fell.

Many months passed and the Fairy came again to the boys. “I have brought you each other’s book?” she said, “and will take the first ones back to Father Time who sent them to you.”

“May I not keep mine a little longer?” asked Philip. “I have hardly thought about it lately. I’d like to paint something on the last leaf that lies open.”

“No,” said the Fairy; “I must take it just as it is.”

“I wish that I could look through mine just once,” said Carl; “I have only seen one page at a time, for when the leaf turns over it sticks fast, and I can never open the book at more than one place each day.”

“You shall look at your book,” said the Fairy, “and Philip, at his.” And she lit for them two little silver lamps, by the light of which they saw the pages as she turned them.

Some pages were decorated with gold and silver and gorgeous colors, others with beautiful flowers, and still others with a rainbow of softest, most delicate brightness. Yet even on the most beautiful of the pages there were ugly blots and scratches.

Carl and Philip looked up at the Fairy at last.

“Who did this?” they asked. “Every page was white and fair as we opened to it; yet now there is not a single blank place in the whole book!”

“Shall I explain some of the pictures to you?” said the Fairy, smiling at the two little boys.

“See, Philip, the spray of roses bloomed on this page when you let the baby have your playthings; and this pretty bird, that looks as if it were singing with all its might, would never have been on this page if you had not tried to be kind and pleasant the other day, instead of quarrelling.”

“But what makes this blot?” asked Philip.

“Oh, if we could only have the books again!” said Carl and Philip.

“That cannot be,” said the Fairy. “See! They are dated for this year, and they must now go back into Father Time’s bookcase, but I have brought you each a new one. Perhaps you can make these more beautiful than the others.”

So saying, she vanished, and the boys were left alone, but each held in his hand a new book open at the first page.

And on the back of this book was written in letters of gold, “For the New Year.”

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