It was wet and cold as I sailed out to sea.
The birds seemed to be flying just above me.
The waves were rough, the sea spray strong, I knew what I was doing was very wrong.
I sailed on into the night, moving fast from the light.
My arms were eching from holding the rope tight.
My boat bounced around as we head out of sight.
I look overboard and I'm surprised to see a grey fin swimming close to me.
My heart does a shudder as I turn my rudder to head back to the bay, which looks so far away.
The wind whips up and pushes me through, the sea looks a horrible blue.
I see the land sparkling in the dull night light, and wish I was in my bed tucked up tight.
The fin speeds past, but leads the way right up into the bay.
I jump on out and leave my boat floating on the waves, I rush away from the bay leaving behind the frightful day.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Three Poems - Mackenzie
I couldn't thing of one big poem so i made 3 small one's
They say
Poem 1:
The Trees
As i look out among the trees, i feel the gentle sea breeze,
I look around nothing but me,
Just me and my sea breeze trees.
Poem 2:
The Endless Sea
Floating on the evening breeze,
i settle down beneath the trees,
looking out at the endless sea.
Poem 3:
The Calling tide
As i sea the never ending sea, I swear I hear it calling to me,
I step out, helped by the breeze,
and let the sea embrace me.
They say
Poem 1:
The Trees
As i look out among the trees, i feel the gentle sea breeze,
I look around nothing but me,
Just me and my sea breeze trees.
Poem 2:
The Endless Sea
Floating on the evening breeze,
i settle down beneath the trees,
looking out at the endless sea.
Poem 3:
The Calling tide
As i sea the never ending sea, I swear I hear it calling to me,
I step out, helped by the breeze,
and let the sea embrace me.
I'm Beached as Bro! - Mia
I jumped onto my board
with eager determination
my hands cupped
as the salty sea grabbed my attention
I feel a sudden urge
to turn around and catch the next wave
I see Tessa beside of me
With the exact same gaze
so I turn around and the next thing I know
me and Tess are speeding towards the beach
with a blistering blow
When I look back behind me
the sun is just setting
there is a buzz in my spine
and the waves are just spinning
when I wave my goodbyes
the sun twinkles with light
goodbye I say
as we drive out of sight
with eager determination
my hands cupped
as the salty sea grabbed my attention
I feel a sudden urge
to turn around and catch the next wave
I see Tessa beside of me
With the exact same gaze
so I turn around and the next thing I know
me and Tess are speeding towards the beach
with a blistering blow
When I look back behind me
the sun is just setting
there is a buzz in my spine
and the waves are just spinning
when I wave my goodbyes
the sun twinkles with light
goodbye I say
as we drive out of sight
Hahae Beach by Robbie Lowe
(Everything but the shark is a true story)
The squawking seagulls
lying silently
in the abandoned dunes
Down by the water
massive white waves
angrily attacked
boiling sand burning my feet
On the horizon
huge islands with treacherous cliffs
stood over the glistening sea
The river rapids
rushed rapidly
roaring wildly
on the hot summer day
A little boy
swimming quite far out
got eaten by a little shark
the life guard said
we had to leave
and because of that
I was not pleased.
The squawking seagulls
fought angrily over
the fluffy little shrubslying silently
in the abandoned dunes
Down by the water
massive white waves
angrily attacked
boiling sand burning my feet
On the horizon
huge islands with treacherous cliffs
stood over the glistening sea
The river rapids
rushed rapidly
roaring wildly
on the hot summer day
A little boy
swimming quite far out
got eaten by a little shark
the life guard said
we had to leave
and because of that
I was not pleased.
I taste, I see, I feel-Harry H
I feel the gritty golden sand flying against me.
The cold sphere sea merges with the gleaming sand.
I am at the beach.
I feel the wind blowing against my face.
The clouds above me like candy floss slowly danced gracefully in the breeze.
The sea salt rapidly spits on me as if I were a problem.
I taste the salt and bitter breeze.
I taste the salty wind as if it where a salty drink.
I taste the tainted fish ’n’ chip breeze as it came from a family feast on the beach.
I see swopping seagulls as they glide through the wind in a swarm.
I see people soaking up the 30 degree Sun.
I see the blades of grass swaying side to side as if they where an army of solders marching on parade.
I see towering yacht clubs beside me.
I am in paradise.
The cold sphere sea merges with the gleaming sand.
I am at the beach.
I feel the wind blowing against my face.
The clouds above me like candy floss slowly danced gracefully in the breeze.
The sea salt rapidly spits on me as if I were a problem.
I taste the salt and bitter breeze.
I taste the salty wind as if it where a salty drink.
I taste the tainted fish ’n’ chip breeze as it came from a family feast on the beach.
I see swopping seagulls as they glide through the wind in a swarm.
I see people soaking up the 30 degree Sun.
I see the blades of grass swaying side to side as if they where an army of solders marching on parade.
I see towering yacht clubs beside me.
I am in paradise.
Jessica's Poem
A hot day in a small bay...
Waves gently roll upon the sand,
liking at my toes.
The pumas feels sharp-to-touch,
like the thorns upon a rose.
The birds ahead swoop and fly,
and let out squawks like a baby’s cry.
They sound as if they want to die,
but I know they’re just crazy,
as they fly by.
I hear the waves,
I see the sun,
I smell the bush,
I start to run,
I feel the rocks graze my knee,
I taste the water in the sea.
The big blue birds,
and the frisky, friendly fish,
make me feel enchanted,
like I could have any wish.
Now as I look out to the white wash waves,
that keep on growing day by day,
I think back to when the water was flat,
on that hot summers day,
in this small, small bay.
Waves gently roll upon the sand,
liking at my toes.
The pumas feels sharp-to-touch,
like the thorns upon a rose.
The birds ahead swoop and fly,
and let out squawks like a baby’s cry.
They sound as if they want to die,
but I know they’re just crazy,
as they fly by.
I hear the waves,
I see the sun,
I smell the bush,
I start to run,
I feel the rocks graze my knee,
I taste the water in the sea.
The big blue birds,
and the frisky, friendly fish,
make me feel enchanted,
like I could have any wish.
Now as I look out to the white wash waves,
that keep on growing day by day,
I think back to when the water was flat,
on that hot summers day,
in this small, small bay.
Tessa's Poem-Memories
Memories
Wild waves wash with wisdom,
Sand swishing swaying in silence,
The tide tumbling to my toes,
Gazing goes,
And Autumn appears,
Searching for summer,
I reappear,
Then I noticed,
In the sand,
My florescent pink board,
Outdoing the silky golden sand,
Clutching my board,
I float in the rushing water,
Thinking of my younger sister,
By Tessa
Wild waves wash with wisdom,
Sand swishing swaying in silence,
The tide tumbling to my toes,
Gazing goes,
And Autumn appears,
Searching for summer,
I reappear,
Then I noticed,
In the sand,
My florescent pink board,
Outdoing the silky golden sand,
Clutching my board,
I float in the rushing water,
Thinking of my younger sister,
By Tessa
Monday, October 25, 2010
Litora-Oscar C
The sand and sea proved my lonely company,
as I stand on a silk scarf of sand it snakes along the shore
separating land and sea as close as they may be. As I stand on the sand my eyes admirer the blanket of the sea as quietly smooth as it can be.
Eyes closed my ears see the wonderest sounds that call to me from all around, like 100 mice the sand squeaks beneath my feet, the waves sigh like broken harts, that rumble in the wind like a storm so far away. So as I stand on the sand, admirer the sea and hear the sounds that call to me, I realize that the sand and sea really do proved my lonely company.
by Oscar J.D Connor
as I stand on a silk scarf of sand it snakes along the shore
separating land and sea as close as they may be. As I stand on the sand my eyes admirer the blanket of the sea as quietly smooth as it can be.
Eyes closed my ears see the wonderest sounds that call to me from all around, like 100 mice the sand squeaks beneath my feet, the waves sigh like broken harts, that rumble in the wind like a storm so far away. So as I stand on the sand, admirer the sea and hear the sounds that call to me, I realize that the sand and sea really do proved my lonely company.
by Oscar J.D Connor
Mount Maunganui - Tom C
The wind suddenly blows
and then just as quickly,
it goes.
The maze of waves
splash on rocks and sand,
making white water and
reaching the land.
As I lay there in
the sand, I think to myself,
oh, how grand.
Although I ran away
from home.
I still have the beach,
but nobody knows.
and then just as quickly,
it goes.
The maze of waves
splash on rocks and sand,
making white water and
reaching the land.
As I lay there in
the sand, I think to myself,
oh, how grand.
Although I ran away
from home.
I still have the beach,
but nobody knows.
Dreaming by Abby Barclay
While crouched by the sea side,
The wind whips through my hair.
Thy felt so peaceful so lost in thy thoughts,
In the distance the soft but beautiful songs of the birds,
I could feel myself flouting as if I was a cloud,
So I dear not move.
The wind was swirling around me,
Carrying the salt from the sea with it
Stinging my eyes as it flew past.
The crashing of the waves so soothing
I felt in a dream.
I felt at peace as the soft gold sand
Fell between my toes
As I picked up the shells around me
My heart filled with joy.
They were all so beautiful I just couldn’t let go.
All my thoughts were lost in my head.
I don’t know why but I felt so dead.
Oh, how I wish I could stay in this beautiful place,
But it’s just a dream, my eyes are closing with dread
As I watch the waves crash on the shore
I start to drift off and soon fall.
The Dark Beach
Cold day,
Murky sea,
Shadowy sky,
Seagulls screeching,
Grainy sea,
Waves colliding at
my feet.
Waterless driftwood,
Dry seaweed,
boats rocking
side to side,
Fish hide behind the tide,
And wait for the sun to come out again
By Ruby Donnelly
Murky sea,
Shadowy sky,
Seagulls screeching,
Grainy sea,
Waves colliding at
my feet.
Waterless driftwood,
Dry seaweed,
boats rocking
side to side,
Fish hide behind the tide,
And wait for the sun to come out again
By Ruby Donnelly
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Beach - By Daniel
The sand shifts under me,
I stare and sit,
Past the beach, out to sea.
The faint, murmuring breeze,
Is calm and peaceful,
So unlike the wind, that blows between the trees.
So far from here,
Far from the peace of the beach.
The emerald sea makes and endless hissing,
As waves form and break on the sands of the tranquil beach.
Seaweed clings to the sand,
Cloaking the shoreline with black and gold.
Impassive pieces of driftwood,
Adorn the sandy shore.
I am alone, but not lonely,
I have the beach.
The serpents of grass,
Hiss and dance to the murmuring breeze.
The sun sends down light,
And the pale sand sends it back.
The azure sky is broken by a single, pale cloud.
The squawks of the seabirds,
Pierce the quiet air.
The breeze changes the sand dunes,
And shapes the beach.
Stormy one day and peaceful the next,
The beach is my friend.
Majestic sand dunes, made of soft, salty sand.
The beach is my friend.
Heavy, dark driftwood,
Against the pale of the shore.
The beach is my friend.
Around me,
Under me,
Keeping me safe from city and people,
An untouched paradise.
Thank you,
My friend, The Beach
I stare and sit,
Past the beach, out to sea.
The faint, murmuring breeze,
Is calm and peaceful,
So unlike the wind, that blows between the trees.
So far from here,
Far from the peace of the beach.
The emerald sea makes and endless hissing,
As waves form and break on the sands of the tranquil beach.
Seaweed clings to the sand,
Cloaking the shoreline with black and gold.
Impassive pieces of driftwood,
Adorn the sandy shore.
I am alone, but not lonely,
I have the beach.
The serpents of grass,
Hiss and dance to the murmuring breeze.
The sun sends down light,
And the pale sand sends it back.
The azure sky is broken by a single, pale cloud.
The squawks of the seabirds,
Pierce the quiet air.
The breeze changes the sand dunes,
And shapes the beach.
Stormy one day and peaceful the next,
The beach is my friend.
Majestic sand dunes, made of soft, salty sand.
The beach is my friend.
Heavy, dark driftwood,
Against the pale of the shore.
The beach is my friend.
Around me,
Under me,
Keeping me safe from city and people,
An untouched paradise.
Thank you,
My friend, The Beach
Verity's poem-The Sea Grass
Planted here
By the beach twigs over there
The whisper of the salty wind soaks into my icy skin
The storm erupts and the ocean and wind combine.
The wharf fights back
It holds steady and creeks “I’m Ready”.
I get ripped like my heart got pulled apart.
I am flying freely frightened
The storm dyes and the concrete sky disappears.
An hour later a girl arrives by my side at high tide
She picks me up and says “how funny”
as she glances to see it is now sunny
“Strange. What is a piece of sea gass doing out at sea?”
She says to me.
By the beach twigs over there
The whisper of the salty wind soaks into my icy skin
The storm erupts and the ocean and wind combine.
The wharf fights back
It holds steady and creeks “I’m Ready”.
I get ripped like my heart got pulled apart.
I am flying freely frightened
The storm dyes and the concrete sky disappears.
An hour later a girl arrives by my side at high tide
She picks me up and says “how funny”
as she glances to see it is now sunny
“Strange. What is a piece of sea gass doing out at sea?”
She says to me.
The Batch
Escaping the wind.
My feet trotter onto the hot sand,
familiar scenery.
We finally reach land!
The water swims up to my ankles,
and greets me.
I let the waves carry me.
I can never see what you see.
Why can’t you come play?
Put all your electronics away.
I see beautiful glistening sand,
While the wind is whispering secrets in my ear.
Sea breezes take you away,
Snow white sea gulls,
Hunting for there pray.
Who cares if you’ve got sandy shoes.
Maybe some tender pipi’s on the b.b.q?
or pipping hot soup made just for you!
It’s getting late lets go to bed,
and hope that we can say...
That you’ll give waimarama another day.
Escaping the wind.
My feet trotter onto the hot sand,
familiar scenery.
We finally reach land!
The water swims up to my ankles,
and greets me.
I let the waves carry me.
I can never see what you see.
Why can’t you come play?
Put all your electronics away.
I see beautiful glistening sand,
While the wind is whispering secrets in my ear.
Sea breezes take you away,
Snow white sea gulls,
Hunting for there pray.
Who cares if you’ve got sandy shoes.
Maybe some tender pipi’s on the b.b.q?
or pipping hot soup made just for you!
It’s getting late lets go to bed,
and hope that we can say...
That you’ll give waimarama another day.
The Beach
Seagulls soaring overhead,
Boats bobbing on the large rolling waves,
Children playing in the golden sand,
That is the Beach.
Sand-dunes towering over the sea,
Scratchy plants on top of the mounds that are sand-dunes,
The wind blowing the sand,
That is the Beach.
The warm sun heating the scorching sand,
The Piers reaching into the sea,
The wonderful smell of salt surrounding the beach,
That is Himatangi Beach.
By Thomas
Boats bobbing on the large rolling waves,
Children playing in the golden sand,
That is the Beach.
Sand-dunes towering over the sea,
Scratchy plants on top of the mounds that are sand-dunes,
The wind blowing the sand,
That is the Beach.
The warm sun heating the scorching sand,
The Piers reaching into the sea,
The wonderful smell of salt surrounding the beach,
That is Himatangi Beach.
By Thomas
Solitude - By Henry
Solitude...
The waves are
my only company,
Their rhythmic beat
surrounds me.
The wind whispers
it's secrets in my ears,
as I walk alone in the wind,
down the wooden pier.
The waves are
my only company,
Their rhythmic beat
surrounds me.
The wind whispers
it's secrets in my ears,
as I walk alone in the wind,
down the wooden pier.
Poem- by Kieran
Solitude
I see seagulls,,
Soaring, swooping for seafood,
In the icy iron grey sea,
And dropping their catch,
like bombs from an air ship.
Solitude.
Two islands in the distance,
Shimmer in the mist,
And I taste the salty sea air,
Cold on my tongue.
Solitude.
I hear the birds screeching,
The wind blowing across the sand,
And the waves,
Crashing against the shore.
Solitude.
I feel the smooth, slippery sand against my skin,
And the wind whipping my hair.
The waves, the birds and me.
Solitude.
Solitude
I see seagulls,,
Soaring, swooping for seafood,
In the icy iron grey sea,
And dropping their catch,
like bombs from an air ship.
Solitude.
Two islands in the distance,
Shimmer in the mist,
And I taste the salty sea air,
Cold on my tongue.
Solitude.
I hear the birds screeching,
The wind blowing across the sand,
And the waves,
Crashing against the shore.
Solitude.
I feel the smooth, slippery sand against my skin,
And the wind whipping my hair.
The waves, the birds and me.
Solitude.
The beach by Finn Janssens
I ran, silent as a statue,
That stands there day and night,
When all of a sudden, at a glance,
I see the dark blue sea,
Over the hill,
Beside the mill,
The sea shimmered and shined.
As nice as the vast night sky,
The sea was a mirror, glinting in the sun,
With waves that engulfed the soft white sand,
waiting to be seen or heard.
Fish danced in between the waves,
But the shimmering sea out-did the dancing fish with glee,
I watched and watched,
until my eyes grew heavy
and my sight grew dim.
I go back to that beach every night and every day,
To see the dark blue sea,
And in my dying moment,
Within my long last breath,
I see the ocean smiling up at me
That stands there day and night,
When all of a sudden, at a glance,
I see the dark blue sea,
Over the hill,
Beside the mill,
The sea shimmered and shined.
As nice as the vast night sky,
The sea was a mirror, glinting in the sun,
With waves that engulfed the soft white sand,
waiting to be seen or heard.
Fish danced in between the waves,
But the shimmering sea out-did the dancing fish with glee,
I watched and watched,
until my eyes grew heavy
and my sight grew dim.
I go back to that beach every night and every day,
To see the dark blue sea,
And in my dying moment,
Within my long last breath,
I see the ocean smiling up at me
Peace - By Sergio Cotogni
I lie peacefully, the bees buzzing
above me, the trees swaying,
the flowers blooming.
One catches my eye,
the center of the crowd,
so strange this flower is,
that I forget all else.
So wonderful this flower is.
A wonder to me, the lightest
purple, but the darkest blue,
the stem rising into the sky,
holding it's head up in pride.
So strange as I say.
I remember that flower 'till
this day, were
I lie peacefully.
above me, the trees swaying,
the flowers blooming.
One catches my eye,
the center of the crowd,
so strange this flower is,
that I forget all else.
So wonderful this flower is.
A wonder to me, the lightest
purple, but the darkest blue,
the stem rising into the sky,
holding it's head up in pride.
So strange as I say.
I remember that flower 'till
this day, were
I lie peacefully.
Fate - By Sergio Cotogni
My feet curl into the warm,
soft sand, as I hear the song
of the seagulls, squawking
overhead.
The sea breeze fills my mouth
which starts to water, as I try
to think of more pleasant things
apart from what I have to do.
I walk slowly towards the calm sea,
and I slip soundlessly through the ripples
to the bottom, were I shall rest,
'till tomorrow.
soft sand, as I hear the song
of the seagulls, squawking
overhead.
The sea breeze fills my mouth
which starts to water, as I try
to think of more pleasant things
apart from what I have to do.
I walk slowly towards the calm sea,
and I slip soundlessly through the ripples
to the bottom, were I shall rest,
'till tomorrow.
Calm - By Sergio Cotogni.
As I crouch on the sand,
lonely,
I wrap my arms around
my legs hopelessly,
like the tangling seaweed
around me.
The waves pounding like
the beast inside me, trying
to find his way out.
The win roaring
and the bushes raging.
But in that second, those
feelings were washed away
quickly, like the receding tide.
The waves became soft, silky
ripples, the wind to the most
gentle breeze whistling
past me, the sand dunes changed
into joyful bushes,
dancing with the wind.
All was calm.
lonely,
I wrap my arms around
my legs hopelessly,
like the tangling seaweed
around me.
The waves pounding like
the beast inside me, trying
to find his way out.
The win roaring
and the bushes raging.
But in that second, those
feelings were washed away
quickly, like the receding tide.
The waves became soft, silky
ripples, the wind to the most
gentle breeze whistling
past me, the sand dunes changed
into joyful bushes,
dancing with the wind.
All was calm.
Sea Memories By Lucy Bird
Feet sinking into the hot, soft sand
I let my carry bag drop from my hand
I sprint down to the water leaving my jandals behind me
Oh how happy I am, down here by the sea
Waves lapped at my feet like a puppy
Eyes closed, toes curling in and out, I am happy
Ears filling with the squawking of gulls overhead
The smell of salt is different, so unlike my bed
The light breeze breathes my hair across my face
The air held it airbourne with a beautiful grace
I dived into the cold blue water
But I don’t feel it
I feel I’m its daugthter
Back on land drying off in the trees
beneath the fronds so no body sees
Theses memories I will treasure
and like a floating feather
they will remind me
of my days at the sea
By Lucy Bird
I let my carry bag drop from my hand
I sprint down to the water leaving my jandals behind me
Oh how happy I am, down here by the sea
Waves lapped at my feet like a puppy
Eyes closed, toes curling in and out, I am happy
Ears filling with the squawking of gulls overhead
The smell of salt is different, so unlike my bed
The light breeze breathes my hair across my face
The air held it airbourne with a beautiful grace
I dived into the cold blue water
But I don’t feel it
I feel I’m its daugthter
Back on land drying off in the trees
beneath the fronds so no body sees
Theses memories I will treasure
and like a floating feather
they will remind me
of my days at the sea
By Lucy Bird
Windy Beach By Flossie Bleasdale
The sea, the sea calling out to you and me
Waves rush in to the sand
Only to roll out again
The sea, the sea calmness in its water
But in one fowl swoop
The calm has turned sour
The sea, the sea breeze bitter cold, fierce
Salty hard mist meet our lips
The soft sand beneath our feet
The sea, the sea it is beautiful isn’t it
Wind whipping through our hair
Our feet sinking in the shingle
The sea, the sea our ally and friend
The seascape drawing us in
In triumph, two sweethearts together
Creating Minstrels in the sand.
By Flossie Bleasdale !!!
Waves rush in to the sand
Only to roll out again
The sea, the sea calmness in its water
But in one fowl swoop
The calm has turned sour
The sea, the sea breeze bitter cold, fierce
Salty hard mist meet our lips
The soft sand beneath our feet
The sea, the sea it is beautiful isn’t it
Wind whipping through our hair
Our feet sinking in the shingle
The sea, the sea our ally and friend
The seascape drawing us in
In triumph, two sweethearts together
Creating Minstrels in the sand.
By Flossie Bleasdale !!!
Home By Grayden O'conner
Sprinting through the twigs,
I catch my foot.
Falling over,
I remember the road I took.
Hatred and decipt,
Overwhelming me with lies.
I’m sorry to say,
I’m a fugitive of my own mind.
But, this beach,
Where I stand,
I feel safe and fine,
With all I possibly can.
The waves surround me,
The sand, endless grit,
It all comes together,
Bit by tiny bit.
So to say finally,
With all the power I know,
I love this beautiful world,
I just want to go home
I catch my foot.
Falling over,
I remember the road I took.
Hatred and decipt,
Overwhelming me with lies.
I’m sorry to say,
I’m a fugitive of my own mind.
But, this beach,
Where I stand,
I feel safe and fine,
With all I possibly can.
The waves surround me,
The sand, endless grit,
It all comes together,
Bit by tiny bit.
So to say finally,
With all the power I know,
I love this beautiful world,
I just want to go home
Grayden O’Connor
Te Tatahi (The Beach) by Finnegan Fahey
I lounge in the crook of the wall,
feel the beams of encompassing warmth,
they swallow me up,
into oblivion.
The wall compassionately shelters me,
from the biting breeze,
almost nurturing.
Seagulls swoop and dive on updrafts,
calling to the wind.
Gravel crunches under feet.
Waves wash old memories away.
The harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
Wellington,
the heart of the long white cloud.
feel the beams of encompassing warmth,
they swallow me up,
into oblivion.
The wall compassionately shelters me,
from the biting breeze,
almost nurturing.
Seagulls swoop and dive on updrafts,
calling to the wind.
Gravel crunches under feet.
Waves wash old memories away.
The harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
Wellington,
the heart of the long white cloud.
DREAMING OF THE CARRIBEAN-Mykala
the sea shimmers
waves crash onto the sand
birds swoop
turtles swim
lying on the golden sand
soft as fur
feet burning on the hot sand
pram trees sway
blue sky
dogs leaping
kids playing
by Mykala
waves crash onto the sand
birds swoop
turtles swim
lying on the golden sand
soft as fur
feet burning on the hot sand
pram trees sway
blue sky
dogs leaping
kids playing
by Mykala
A Day At The Beach - Claudia
Hot sun,
Light breeze.
Sea gulls squawking,
Palm trees swaying.
Soft sand,
Hot rocks.
People talking,
Beach greenery.
The beach.
Dried seaweed,
Driftwood in the sea.
Sea life in the water,
Cold water,
Waves crashing,
Hot rocks.
Under the sea.
A fun day at the beach.
By Claudia
Light breeze.
Sea gulls squawking,
Palm trees swaying.
Soft sand,
Hot rocks.
People talking,
Beach greenery.
The beach.
Dried seaweed,
Driftwood in the sea.
Sea life in the water,
Cold water,
Waves crashing,
Hot rocks.
Under the sea.
A fun day at the beach.
By Claudia
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The Haunted House - By Mia
As I approached the rusty gates I feel a shiver down my spine. Mist grabs my feet and leads me forward. I can see mist running through the old cracked gravestones. I look up and see the moon looking back down at me. I close my eyes and keep on walking, as I approach the wooden steps I observed them closely. There is mold in the cracks and a spider scampers in front of me, to a place that I can not see. I knock on the door and it flings wide open. The last thing I hear is “ Who is it ”...
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The Spook House- By Lucy Bird
As I trudge towards the rusted iron gates, a dull light in the house flicked on. It casts a shadowy, gloomy glow across the garden. The leafless trees whisper and rustle in the light breeze. A giant furry spider scuttles across the cracked, stone path. The reflection of the white, shiny full moon sits on the roof of the house. Silhouettes of bats make shadows on the ground as they pass in front of the moon. The night was crystal clear when I left my house, but now the sky was began to fog up. The air around me is collecting the mist feeding off the moon.
Suddenly, I hear a loud, wretched SCREECH from behind me. I spin around to see and hear the gate swinging back and forth slowly in the light breeze, scraping the ground. The air smells musty and old. My nostrils recoil as I get nearer to the house. I admit that I was frightened.
I'm normally not one to be scared, but this house could make anyone jump out of their skin! The sky is brewing up a storm, grey clouds cover up the moon and a breeze sweeps by and ruffles my shirt. I reach the door. Just walking up the path seemed like an eternity. I rap, a short, shaky knock at the door. It creepily swings open by itself. I step inside...
Suddenly, I hear a loud, wretched SCREECH from behind me. I spin around to see and hear the gate swinging back and forth slowly in the light breeze, scraping the ground. The air smells musty and old. My nostrils recoil as I get nearer to the house. I admit that I was frightened.
I'm normally not one to be scared, but this house could make anyone jump out of their skin! The sky is brewing up a storm, grey clouds cover up the moon and a breeze sweeps by and ruffles my shirt. I reach the door. Just walking up the path seemed like an eternity. I rap, a short, shaky knock at the door. It creepily swings open by itself. I step inside...
The House-By: Oscar
The light seemed to fade as if it were scared of the house that stood before me. Its towering profile watched me like a prison guard poised to strike, yet as patient as a brick. The ominous green light shone from the window like an illuminated eye forever searching for a the next victim.
The Haunted House-By Claudia
Claudia
Monday 26th July
I stumbled up to the gates of the old house , my heart pumping wildly. A thin mist hung around my legs. The gargoyles stared down at me with their beady red eyes. . The gates swung open creaking on the hinges. A wolf howled in the distance. I continued my way up the path. The house looked cold and damp. Screech! The gates swung closed behind me. Now I had no way out. I was nearly there. Several bats circled around the top of the house where a tall tower was. Ahhh! I thought I heard some one scream,but maybe it was just my imagination. The front door swung open some was standing at the door...
The old man at the door eyed me as I stumbled up the path. Preparing to run, I picked up a pebble and held it tightly in my hands it was the only thing I had to defend myself. The old man slowly made his way down the path towards me. “Come” he whispered. I was terrified. I felt like screaming help me, but no one would hear me out here in this deserted village. I still had the pebble in my hand. I aim it at the gates and threw it. Whoosh. The pebble flew through the air and hit the gates. Slowly they opened. Wow, that was lucky. The man just stared and shook his head.
Monday 26th July
I stumbled up to the gates of the old house , my heart pumping wildly. A thin mist hung around my legs. The gargoyles stared down at me with their beady red eyes. . The gates swung open creaking on the hinges. A wolf howled in the distance. I continued my way up the path. The house looked cold and damp. Screech! The gates swung closed behind me. Now I had no way out. I was nearly there. Several bats circled around the top of the house where a tall tower was. Ahhh! I thought I heard some one scream,but maybe it was just my imagination. The front door swung open some was standing at the door...
The old man at the door eyed me as I stumbled up the path. Preparing to run, I picked up a pebble and held it tightly in my hands it was the only thing I had to defend myself. The old man slowly made his way down the path towards me. “Come” he whispered. I was terrified. I felt like screaming help me, but no one would hear me out here in this deserted village. I still had the pebble in my hand. I aim it at the gates and threw it. Whoosh. The pebble flew through the air and hit the gates. Slowly they opened. Wow, that was lucky. The man just stared and shook his head.
Haunted house-By Kieran
As I approach the old rusty house, the mist shimmers in the luminous old oil lamps. There are Gargoyles perched atop the crumbling brick pillars supporting the rusty iron gates, and their eyes seem to stare at me malevolently I shake myself mentally. “gargoyles don’t stare, stupid.” I murmur to myself.
“We Don’t?” squeaks a voice behind me. I spin around, tripping in my haste to find the owner of the voice. “Stupid human” comes a second, much lower voice. “of course we talk.”
I’m hearing things now, this place is really starting to creep me out.
I stumble through the graveyard, imagining the rotting corpses buried in ornate coffins beneath the damp brown soil.In the distance I hear a howl in the distance The decking creaks as I gingerly climb the stairs, expecting the rotten boards to collapse under my feet at any moment. As my hand reaches towards the door knocker I hear a cold, high cackle from the top of the house, where a lamp suddenly flickers to light. The door creaks open and a shriveled face wearing a tight, black skullcap pokes out of the doorway. “Come in, come in Mr Thompson, we’ve been expecting you.”
The old man beckons me inside, as a dark cloud of bats rise up from the apex of the musty old house, and a full moon comes into view.
“We Don’t?” squeaks a voice behind me. I spin around, tripping in my haste to find the owner of the voice. “Stupid human” comes a second, much lower voice. “of course we talk.”
I’m hearing things now, this place is really starting to creep me out.
I stumble through the graveyard, imagining the rotting corpses buried in ornate coffins beneath the damp brown soil.In the distance I hear a howl in the distance The decking creaks as I gingerly climb the stairs, expecting the rotten boards to collapse under my feet at any moment. As my hand reaches towards the door knocker I hear a cold, high cackle from the top of the house, where a lamp suddenly flickers to light. The door creaks open and a shriveled face wearing a tight, black skullcap pokes out of the doorway. “Come in, come in Mr Thompson, we’ve been expecting you.”
The old man beckons me inside, as a dark cloud of bats rise up from the apex of the musty old house, and a full moon comes into view.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Haunted House - By Ruby
As I tramp slowly towards the damage, my heart thumping. The gargoyles staring me dead in the eye make me feel unsafe and breathless. I take one large step forward as I hear the moreporks and bats making spooky noises. As I keep on walking the moon shines down on this damp and icy cold abandoned house. I get to the old rusted misty door. As the gates shut they make a high pitch creaking noise.Then I proceed to old ancient wooden door. There is a whole heap of mist that comes towards me, suddenly the door flies open no one is there, it is pitch black and very very scary.
Trapped by Maddy
I creep through the deserted forest. My feet freeze as I look up to see the mist cover up a cold damp house that stands strong before me. I feel a certain breeze coming from nowhere. This cold breeze turned into a firm ghastly wind, blowing me over and picking me up! I am weak... I am scared out of my head. My finger tips turn into dust, my long fair hair is deeply tied round my aching arms and legs, my hair is firmly rapped round my mouth to keep me from screaming. I was lonely for years and forever trapped. All that I could move was my eyes as they glanced from side to side, watching little innocent boys and girls just like me being dragged into their sudden death.
My eye sight is the only sense I have left. I grew older and my eyes played tricks on me. I see things that give me horrible thoughts, I miss my family, I want to go home, even though I know they are well gone on this planet. My skin is gray, I can’t imagine how many decades have pasted. One fine morning the mist had disappeared and the house released my soul! I was free with the wind! I had left this world, I couldn’t believe it “FREE!!!!” I shouted to the world! I was in my happy place, fulfilled once again!
My eye sight is the only sense I have left. I grew older and my eyes played tricks on me. I see things that give me horrible thoughts, I miss my family, I want to go home, even though I know they are well gone on this planet. My skin is gray, I can’t imagine how many decades have pasted. One fine morning the mist had disappeared and the house released my soul! I was free with the wind! I had left this world, I couldn’t believe it “FREE!!!!” I shouted to the world! I was in my happy place, fulfilled once again!
Harry Q's Scary House.
Harry’s scary house. By Harry Q
When I walked up to the house ,I had a shiver down my spine as I entered through the rusty gate, I saw grave stones and then I saw bats flying and the wind howling through the trees. The front steps were moldy and very slippery and I knocked on the door.
A mystery person opened the door and said ‘hello’ do you want a cup of tea? I was shocked to hear an ordinary person, living in such a scary house.
When I walked up to the house ,I had a shiver down my spine as I entered through the rusty gate, I saw grave stones and then I saw bats flying and the wind howling through the trees. The front steps were moldy and very slippery and I knocked on the door.
A mystery person opened the door and said ‘hello’ do you want a cup of tea? I was shocked to hear an ordinary person, living in such a scary house.
Fear floods through me By Flossii
As I approach the gloomy abandoned house fear floods though me and I shiver with terror. The moon makes the house glow and that makes me very uncomfortable. There is a slight breeze and the ancient rusty gates squeak in pain as i hobble in. The full moon gives enough light for me too be able to see a grave yard covered in a ghostly white blanket of mist. All my instincts are telling me to turn back and never return but i can’t. There is a light on up by the front of the house but all i can see from it is a closed glass front door as i look more closely i see a broad grim shadow a still as a statue just standing there on the opposite side of the door, my heart begins beating my chest with its powerful thump. My hands are beginning to sweat and i feel a frigid breath down my neck it sends a shiver down my spine, i swivel around. but there is nothing there the worst thing of all when i look back at the door the shadow is completely gone, vanished of the face of the earth I turn my attention to something else slightly higher up i see a roof that looks so pointy, that you could easily slice your thumb open if you were ever to go up there. This house is colossal bigger than i have ever seen, as I look to my right and i see the shadow of whooping great tree overpowering the house it creeps me out and gives me the heeby geebies and thats just the icing on the cake i turn back and bolt down the loose gravel road to safety.
The haunted house-by Harry.H
I trudged slowly along the abandoned road looking for safety. I slowly approach a hairpin corner the gravel crunched underfoot. I look around for any thing, an abandoned shed or windmill by chance but it was very hard to see through the thick ghostly fog. I was starting to get really cold and then I saw a lantern or an oil lamp in the distance I thought I must have been dreaming but no! I definitely saw a flickering light in the darkness. As I approached the lantern it became more and more clear as the moonlight shone through the fog. I saw a rusted gate hanging on some ancient pillars with creepy gargoyles on the top the sort you saw on horror movies. I was definitely not sure what do, but then the moon revealed a dodgy hunted house in the distance, what now? I thought to myself...
The house across the road-by:Abby
“Ha” “I’m going to bet you” I teased my friend he knew I was better then him at Soccer, but he didn’t show it. He tackled me smashed into me but never got the ball. When I got close to the goal I kicked it, but sadly it missed and kept on rolling down the path. It stopped at the house across the street, the one we call “The hunted house” A big tall mansion with big iron gates. Now I was scared... As I step through the rusty old gates a sting of fear hits me. The moon floats over the house like a ghost I creep along the path way, shivering as I walk. I walk Towards the ball then suddenly it roles away and through a open window. through the house, I let out a little annoyed sigh, because I have to walk further into the creepy environment. I look around me at the graveyard I can hear the skeletons breathing. I want to run to hide and never come back, but I knew I had to be brave. Step by step I climb up the stairs to the abandoned house a dark sensation floods through my body. The door lets out a horrible shreek as I slide it open. when I step into the house I’m blinded by smoke and pure blackness I can’t see a thing. I hear faded laughs in the distance of the big house, my hearts beating so fast I can’t stop it.
Verity's Story Granny's Grave.
I froze at the entrance of the abandoned house. I could feel the mist ooze round my feet as they tightened and pulled me towards my Granny’s grave. It was like I was getting sucked into a tornado. “Emma“ .I snapped round and looked at a figure poised in the door of the house. The light flickered on and off. She made me fixated on her. I blinked and she disappeared. I gradually looked up the house and noticed that the moon was making the house glow. This house was freaking me out now. My Granny’s grave was right next to the steps of the house. I tried to walk over to the grave but I was getting pulled up towards the door of the house. I tossed the now dead rose’s to the cracked grave. I was standing deathlike at the door of the house, unable to move any muscle in my body. My arm was getting forced to ring the door bell. I was trying with every possible muscle in my body to not ring that doorbell. My strength grew weak and I could no longer fight the demon inside me. I could feel fear trickle down my forehead then I began to cry. That single drop of tear plodded down onto the squeaky floorboards then my body flung backwards and a green spirit emerged out of my fear struck body and dashed into the house. I fell on the ground in shock. All of a sudden a little girl emerged out of the house and ran up to me. She leaped into my arms. That's when I realized that my daughter was still alive.
The House On The Corner-By: Jessica
Dark shadows loomed overhead, gravestones creaked in the ghastly cold wind, a loud thump came from the top story of the murky prehistoric house. The rusted gate groaned in the ice cold breeze .I became a statue, frozen with fear. I saw something move swiftly behind the cracked window, the door handle turned gradually, the smell of must filled the air, everything stopped, the door bolted open...
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Haunted House - By Mykala
As I creep up the jagged path the bats swoop past. Suddenly lights flicker but I still carry on. Gargoyles stare at me as the mist creeps up towards me. Where am I? I wonder to myself. It is as black as coal. I can’t see anything as I stand here in the cold waiting for the moon to come out from behind the clouds. I feel the damp mist clinging to me. I shiver. I take a step my foot slips out from under me. I fall against something hard.
Petrified by Grayden O'Connor
I was running to my apartment from my friends cottage at quarter to twelve at night . That's how I came across it. The mansion on the ridge was directly beside me. Mist swirled around it all. I recognized the unearthly frozen breeze glide through my clothes. I stood there... frozen with fear. The houses’ wrought iron gates suddenly creaked open. It was scary, but cool at the same time. I suddenly subconsciously trudged forward. I only had control of my head. I studied the broken landscape. Gravestones, mangled and trashed, lay mercilessly in the misty air. The hedges were all running wild and the trees cast creeping shadows over the destroyed, muddy terrain. The gerbera plants were all dark and droopingly low. The moon was somewhat larger by the house. The giant menacing full moon. But I knew the worst was still to face me. What couldn’t stay out of my freaked out mind was the luminous green glow emitting from the dreaded, green flaking mansion.
I stepped onto the veranda and the glow suddenly flared and instantly burst off. I opened the door slowly. It creaked uncontrollably. I was terrified, but still walked forward. The sinister force was still beckoning me forward. At the dusty stairs it left me there and held me. A hazy white form emerged at the head of the stairs.
I was completely petrified. I stayed in my scary nightmare for two seconds and then passed out.
I stepped onto the veranda and the glow suddenly flared and instantly burst off. I opened the door slowly. It creaked uncontrollably. I was terrified, but still walked forward. The sinister force was still beckoning me forward. At the dusty stairs it left me there and held me. A hazy white form emerged at the head of the stairs.
I was completely petrified. I stayed in my scary nightmare for two seconds and then passed out.
The House - By Mackenzie
Prologue
As I walked up the small gravel path, I could hear the glass crunch underfoot. The door hung lazily on its rusted hinges. As i got closer to the house i was engulfed by the fog’s thick arms, as the fog cleared i could really see what had happened, glass lay on the ground shattered by the blast, shards of wood were scattered all around. I walked up the steps and peered inside.
Emotions flooded me as i remembered my old bed room, I could hardly believe what had happened. The old Grandfather clock lay across the living room floor, miraculously still ticking even though it looked as though a invisible hand, had thrown it across the room. I ventured further into the house weeds were winding all along the hall. I knew I had to get revenge. I walked slowly out of the house and headed home. `
As I walked up the small gravel path, I could hear the glass crunch underfoot. The door hung lazily on its rusted hinges. As i got closer to the house i was engulfed by the fog’s thick arms, as the fog cleared i could really see what had happened, glass lay on the ground shattered by the blast, shards of wood were scattered all around. I walked up the steps and peered inside.
Emotions flooded me as i remembered my old bed room, I could hardly believe what had happened. The old Grandfather clock lay across the living room floor, miraculously still ticking even though it looked as though a invisible hand, had thrown it across the room. I ventured further into the house weeds were winding all along the hall. I knew I had to get revenge. I walked slowly out of the house and headed home. `
The House - By Henry
The house stood there in the early morning light, half obscured by fog, looking lost and alone. Most of the windows were smashed in or hanging off their hinges, making an eery ‘creak ... creak’ in the slight breeze whistling through the air.
Trembling with fear, I took a few shaky steps down the rough gravel path towards the house. I knew why I had to go there but I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it. I walked up the crumbling stone steps, my walking stick making a clacking noise against the ground.
I opened the rotting door, and screamed.
Trembling with fear, I took a few shaky steps down the rough gravel path towards the house. I knew why I had to go there but I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it. I walked up the crumbling stone steps, my walking stick making a clacking noise against the ground.
I opened the rotting door, and screamed.
The Wooden House - By Tessa
As I approach the rusty gates they screeches open in front of me. I peek in and see the cracked moldy gravestones. As I step on the dark green undergrowth the mist swallows my feet and I run to the fractured wooden steps . I run toward the house. I can hear my heart beating over the sound of the wind screaming through the surrounding trees. The moon hovers over the old, unpleasant, scary place as I step on the wooden steps they feel as they moving under my feet pulling me away. I force my hand and I hold the cold door handle my hands are shaking as I open the door. Fear floods through my face.
The Old Haunted House By Finnegan
The cast iron gates swung silently open as I approached. Gravel crunched underfoot as I passed through. The long grass almost hid the weather beaten tombstones that were dotted around the vast paddock. As I drew closer to the house it cast its shadowy veil over me, shielding me from the icy glare of the full moon.
The steps were worn smooth with years of usage. The heavy oak doors were cracked with age but I could see they were still very strong. As I reached for the handle the doors creaked open revealing smothering darkness inside its gaping maw.
The steps were worn smooth with years of usage. The heavy oak doors were cracked with age but I could see they were still very strong. As I reached for the handle the doors creaked open revealing smothering darkness inside its gaping maw.
Evil Gargoyles By Robbie
As I walked towards the gloomy rusted gates the evil gargoyles eyes lit up blood red. They started to stretch their concrete wings and flew down to attack me. I ran towards the foggy lawn but then I realized they weren't bushes, but old forgotten gravestones. when I got to the door it open automatically so I walked inside. the mantle piece was stain with blood and a bloody human carcass lay stranded on the floor with bite holes in their neck. A familiar shadow crept up behind me and attacked me. I ran outside through the old grave yard but got trapped by the gargoyles. The vampire sliced at me with it’s blood stained claws and almost took my head off. The concrete gargoyles glided down to eat me. I couldn’t get out out of this situation.
Entering the house - by Sergio
As I strolled toward the house, the mist engulfed me, all I could hear was the slow and rhythmic creaking of the rusty gate...Slowly but surely the mist faded away, I walked inside the gates, which suddenly closed behind me. My heart racing, I slowly make my way to the door, stopping to read a grave stone R.I.P Porky the hamster “weird”, I muttered to myself.
I continued down the road, bathed in the moonlight for some seconds...The old leafless trees sway steadily with the breeze. I approached the door, my hand reaches slowly for the handle, I open the door and walk inside...I can barely see, apart from a small flickering light coming from upstairs. I gather my courage and creep towards the staircase, the wood creaking underneath my feet.
I reach the stairs, step after step, suddenly a part of the staircase breaks from underneath me to uncover a gaping black hole, “Damn!” I whisper under my breath, looking up to the light to see if whoever up there heard me, luckily, and very strangely no-one did, “maybe there’s no-one up there..” I muttered. I continue my journey to the top of the stairs, trying desperately not to make the stairs creak under my weight.
I finally make It to the top, it seems like 20 years has passed, I slowly walk into the room, and then it hits me, bamn! A tennis ball in the face, I hold my nose in pain, while I look up and see him for the first time, his hood is on, and he has no face, just a gaping hole...and the next thing I see is blackness.
I continued down the road, bathed in the moonlight for some seconds...The old leafless trees sway steadily with the breeze. I approached the door, my hand reaches slowly for the handle, I open the door and walk inside...I can barely see, apart from a small flickering light coming from upstairs. I gather my courage and creep towards the staircase, the wood creaking underneath my feet.
I reach the stairs, step after step, suddenly a part of the staircase breaks from underneath me to uncover a gaping black hole, “Damn!” I whisper under my breath, looking up to the light to see if whoever up there heard me, luckily, and very strangely no-one did, “maybe there’s no-one up there..” I muttered. I continue my journey to the top of the stairs, trying desperately not to make the stairs creak under my weight.
I finally make It to the top, it seems like 20 years has passed, I slowly walk into the room, and then it hits me, bamn! A tennis ball in the face, I hold my nose in pain, while I look up and see him for the first time, his hood is on, and he has no face, just a gaping hole...and the next thing I see is blackness.
The House - by Daniel
I walked slowly towards the house, apprehension in every step. The house stood in front of me, decrepit, ancient, a lonely beacon of death and decay. Illuminated by the eerie light of the moon, the deteriorating gravestones turned a deathly bone colour, casting long, misshapen shadows on the ground. The mist swirled through the leafless trees, giving a ghostly feel to the land surrounding the house.
My feet crunched on the loose gravel path. I glanced nervously at the spiny gargoyles perched atop mossy pillars of stone as they glared at me with malevolent granite eyes, watching me, waiting for me to make a wrong move. Shut up I told myself, there’s no such thing as live gargoyles. However these ones seemed real, looked real, and the way their eyes seemed to follow me... I pushed the thought away as I slipped through the half open cast-iron gates and proceeded towards the house.
I reached the crumbly stone steps. The moment I put my foot on the first step, bats erupted from nowhere, I recoiled in fright and waited until their leathery wings disappeared into the shadows of the trees. I cautiously placed my foot on the step again, expecting something to leap out at me, but all stayed silent apart for the quiet whisper of the wind. I reached the door and tapped on the rotten boards, the door swung open silently despite it’s aged appearance, and I was hit by a wave of musty air...
My feet crunched on the loose gravel path. I glanced nervously at the spiny gargoyles perched atop mossy pillars of stone as they glared at me with malevolent granite eyes, watching me, waiting for me to make a wrong move. Shut up I told myself, there’s no such thing as live gargoyles. However these ones seemed real, looked real, and the way their eyes seemed to follow me... I pushed the thought away as I slipped through the half open cast-iron gates and proceeded towards the house.
I reached the crumbly stone steps. The moment I put my foot on the first step, bats erupted from nowhere, I recoiled in fright and waited until their leathery wings disappeared into the shadows of the trees. I cautiously placed my foot on the step again, expecting something to leap out at me, but all stayed silent apart for the quiet whisper of the wind. I reached the door and tapped on the rotten boards, the door swung open silently despite it’s aged appearance, and I was hit by a wave of musty air...
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