Easter eggs

These balloons are not any type of balloons they are Easter balloons.They pop and our egg sits

In it.By Anna.P Luka.

There is a video to come

Gully senses.

My work is about gully sense.from Daniel

If I was the President

Please tell me what I can do to make it more interesting
By Jessica

Kauri

I thought to choose this piece of writing because it has lots of information
Alex

Anna's portrait

I think I did my hair well but I need to work on my eyes and nose
By Anna

letters to London school

We wrote to our pen pals.
By Luka.

Nevaehs awesome portrait

We had to paint our portraits then glue them on. What did I do well.

Self portrait

In our class we did a self portrait.

By Cherry.

Plant Rimu

We went to the gully and I cut some rimu.  By Anna P

Katelyns thinking art

This is my thinking art I hope you enjoy it by katelyn

My buddy letter

We have london buddy's.  By Ethan

My self portrait.

This is my self portrait I hope you like it .
By Connor .

England pen pals

We are writing to our england pen pals. Have I included enough information? By Abbie.

Disco

Corey's thinking art do you like my art

My thinking art

Please give me feed back and feed ford about my thinking poster.  By Lane

Eating apples

Here we are eating these delicious apples that room 3 delivered to us because we gave them amazing ideas about what we could do with them so we don't waste them.

Graham

You can pick him up but you have to be a senior. By Sam C

Thinking art

We did this creative picture thing and I did a alien man.by bailey.

Chickens

A headless chicken can run a football field
Without dropping dead. By Sam P

Bio Poem.

This is a poem about me By Chloe.

The Rimu

The rimu tree is native to new zealand. By Logos

Gully senses

We went down to the gully and thought about some descriptive words. By Hudson.

Gully Senses

We went down to the school gully and we were thinking about senses using descriptive words.
By Olivia

Gully writing

Here are some pieces of writing from the children about the gully.  They have used great adjectives in their writing. Let us know what you like about the stories.

Senses of the gully
I see forest of lite colours with the sun beaming on top
I hear orchestras of sounds rising to the canopy as I creep across the gully Cicadas and insects making the wonders and sounds of nature.
I see trees and plants rising to the sunset.
I smell the sweetness of nature and leaves as they rush past me.
The sun beams and the shadows crawl as I walk from natures own eye, a different point of view.
By Cherry

Gully senses
I heard an orchestra of animals chirping and singing all day
I saw trees leaping over me like the cow who jumped over the moon I smelled the sweet smell of pollen as it rushed past me
I felt the wind rushing through my ear
By Connor


Gully sense
I saw spider webs shining like crystals, trees blooming like flowers, bees swirling around the trees and mud covering the ground like a swamp.
I hear the wind whistling a song so peaceful I could faint.
I can feel the cool breeze pushing against my skin.
I can smell the pollen and mint floating through the air.
By Samantha


Gully senses
I smelt a sweet pollen and the fresh air swirling round and round from the bottom to the top of my body.
I heard clicking bugs needing friends to play with and birds showing off their beautiful songs.
I saw bees buzzing and spiders building nests for their babies.
It’s such a nice culture
By Hudson.


Lovely sense of the gully
I hear a band of insects singing in the gully It sounds soft.
I smell fresh air and trees.
The trees look like giant fingers in the sky. We had lots of time to write it down.
The leaves are like waves in the sky.
By Logos

Gully sense
I see a tower of trees and raining leaves.
I hear the band of cicadas and fantails going, cheep cheep and zzzzzz
I smell the minty air and sweetness of nature flying around to greet me politely. I feel the shade has left and the sun has come to say hello and it’s leaving its warmness behind.
By Anna P


The gully
I saw an enormous mountain of varying kinds of trees, broken and falling into an ocean of mud.
I smelt a band of sweetness and mint come rushing over my nose.
I heard fantails flying and singing a soft chirp.
I felt a lake of a plant sticky enough to fall into an ocean.
By Katelyn.