Tuesday, May 22, 2012

My Fotobabble Autumn poem




In Autumn

The fallen leaves crunching
under foot

The trees slowly changing colour,

turning brown, gold, yellow and red.

The cold breeze

freezing you like the iceberg that sunk the Titanic.

The temperature is changing, getting colder and colder.

The air outside is cool
and you can smell smoke coming from chimneys nearby.

Katherine Levick
11 years
WALT: observe and include specific details in our writing
SUCCESS CRITERIA

SELF ASSESSMENT
Includes four nouns (from observation)
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Made the nouns do something
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Started each new description on a new line
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Extended each line so it makes more sense
(may include a who, where, why, what, when).
:) :)
This is my Autumn poem. The draft I typed up is there for you to read along.

3 comments:

  1. Outstanding effort Katherine.

    Dad

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  2. I love the poem and the way you read it out. You really know how to describe things to make the reader see and feel what you have written great stuff!

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