My eye trails back to the front yard, I see the old tree frailed and grey blowing in the morning wind like a flag in the breeze flailing randomly side to side , the tree’s bark peeling of exposing the golden sap.
For literacy we had to write a descriptive writing text on the book Window by Jeannie Baker. I chose my favourite sentence and this it. The old gum tree stands tall, it’s leaves and frail branches dance in the wind. By Noah
In writing we have been working on descriptive writing. We were given a picture from the book’ Window’. We had to try and set the scene. This is my favourite sentence from my descriptive piece.’ The beloved tree in our front yard sways gaily in the gentle breeze and the soft, fresh leaves twinkle merrily, … Continue reading Window by Jeannie Baker
In writing we have been working on descriptive writing. In one of the activities we were given a picture from the book Window, by Jeannie Baker and we had to describe what we saw. Here is my favourite sentence from my writing: “Across the road I see the new houses that have just been built … Continue reading WINDOW
The big gum tree was so big that it was hanging over the destroyed road.
She sees the old rickety shed standing lonely and sad surrounded by bushes trees and long weaving vines, which had firmly bolted the door shut many years ago.
My eyes soon were fixed to a car starting up, Engine roaring as it looked a bit rundown and barely usable a graffiti smiley face stained the cars side door.
in literacy we had to write a descriptive writing piece on the book Window by Jeannie Baker. We had to choose our best sentence. Mine was, “the old rusty broken down car lay in front of the ancient shrivelled up tree, which was dropping down on the car.”
On Thursday Carly’s class wrote descriptive sentences about a picture from Jeannie Baker’s book Window. This is my sentence. Across the solitary road sits an old yellow car burning in the hot dry sun.
In writing, We looked at illustrations from the book “Window” by Jeanie Baker. Then, we wrote a descriptive piece about it. Here is an extract from mine: My ballpoint pen model rocket with the red tape and silver card hangs from the windowsill, dusty and unused.