Flanders fields

                                     In Flanders fields were the poppy's grow tall and  strong 
                                              The soldiers lay peacefully row on row 
                                                           The birds cheap happily
                                        long years ago when the war was on you could not here the                                                                       birds cheeping  from the bombs  below.

My colour poem on red

Red is the colour of a pretty red rose blowing in the summery wind 

Red is the feeling of the hot burning lava bursting from the volcano 

Red is the taste of the of a juice strawberry dripping off my chin 

Red is the sound of an explosion bursting out of my ears 

Red is the colour of a red little poppy that represents 

the soldiers. 

Dear mum

Dear mum

"I am very puffed  I was just minding my own bussins when I heard a swoop I looked behind and
A big eagle was flying at me with his yellow beady eyes. It was chasing me all though the foest. I climbed into jimmy a nest (uncle) but the eagle broke his house. I fell but no stopping I ran up a tree
And dug my claws into the dry bark. I finally find a small black hole he got closer arrr I jump  from tree to tree I do a big jump I got to the hole when suddenly SNAP the bark broke luckly I dug my claw and made it yeah" !!!!

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Hello everyone !!

I am 10 years old

I have a brother and a sister

I love Apples

By Yana Latta