Wednesday 19 June 2013

Animals and a Baking Disaster

Alex's Animal Info

The Platypus 

The Platypus lives in Australia. It is the only egg laying mammal in the world. The male has two poisonous claws, one on each hind foot. These are called spurs. The Platypus looks very cute. They have bills, that look like a ducks, and a Beaver like tail. They are covered in soft fur. They can swim, just like us humans.

The Pronghorn 

The Pronghorn is the fastest animal in North America. It is a member of the deer family. 
The Pronghorn can jump VERY high, and can run 65 km per hour. 



 


Jamie's Post
 
Today a friend of mine came over and together we came up with a plan - Operation Bake the Cake! At the time the plan seemed flawless, perfect, and positively over flowing with awesomeness. What could possibly go wrong?
 
We made the batter, poured it into the pan, and with a final flourish slid into the oven. So far so good. Then, the time came to remove the cake from the pan, but (oh the horror!) it would NOT come out of the pan. After a long struggle we managed to get the cake out of the treacherous pan. Sadly, the cake was completely destroyed.
 
We glued the cake bits back together with icing, but it still wasn't good enough. Then my friend came up with a very clever plan. We would cut the cake in half and put the two halves on top of each other. This did NOT work!!
 
We gave up trying to fix the cake, so instead we covered it with homemade icing and sprinkles.
The kitchen was not very clean when we were done. TIDY TIME.
 
 
Here is a picture of our baking disaster.
  
 
                                               



  

Thursday 13 June 2013

Little Joys in the Shape of a Poem

Jamie's Post

The purpose of a Haiku is to capture a moment in words. The moment can be happy, sad, mad, or something that happened in your life. When I write Haikus I try to turn a memory of a feeling or a short scene into a poem. Below are 3 of my poems.

Life
My full heart throbs
In endless joy
I am alive.

Gardening
Dirt sifts through my fingers.
Life at my finger tips, blossoms
Crimson, lacy, here.

Mist
Dewey droplets float,
Suspended in air, brush my face,
Wet my limp, straight hair.




Daley's Post



This is a picture I am working on. It is about half way done.I got the idea for this drawing from a bridge in Margaret Bowater Park.  


Wednesday 12 June 2013

First post

Hi. This is the first post, as you can see. The title sort of gives it away. So, since I am new to this, I am going to post a poem.

The Lost Beauty of the Beach.

The waves would beat relentlessly,
if not for the tangled mess
of broken bottles,
twisted plastic,
smell of of old
cigarettes.
The damp wind reeks 
the softest  wing beats of the gull disturb
the despairing  calm of the beach,
fold
its wings.
Lost forever
the beach holds forgotten beauty.