Describing the Maniototo

Stories from Kowhai Author's

The soft, crunchy snow lays on the pointy tips of the mountain. The sun pushes down on the snow as it gets lighter and lighter. The sun glazes on the mountain tops.

Standing like a statue in the wilderness all of the mountains bunch up in a long line. Feeling relaxed I look at the mountains. A feeling that brushes through me.
Written by Abby Year 3



White deep snow sits silent on the mountain top, shrinking from the rain. Stones crunch up and fall through a rainy evening. The freezing snow slips from the edge. Ginormous mountains come from plates of land. The powerful sun melts the snow creating shimmering lakes and rivers. The mountains with huge valleys all different shapes and sizes.

Written by Perri Year 3

I'm standing at the foot of the mountain. The snow freezing mountains stand tall in the field in the morning sun. They stand squahed together not moving never able to seperate or take into flight. Crunch! IAs I walk over the snow it sounds like rocks under my feet. The shiny misty gullys collect snow catching it as it falls. 

Splash! The snow melts. Freezing!

written by Lucy Year 2

One powerful day the mountains were asleep. The gold miners trucks and diggers and loaders came. They woke the mountains up. The madness  came to the gold mine reckless and working. Workers returned to their homes. The mountains went back to a peaceful sleep. 
Written by Case McDonald Year 3

The breezy wind blowing through the mountains. The snow was perfectly landing on the flat mountain tops. Paddocks are dirty and dry. The sun was powerfully pushing down on the flaky snow. There were puffy dark clouds. The breeze tumbles the snow away. 
Written by Brooke Year 2

Standing lonely on a silvery path. Skipping - steady, stretching, gently balancing on one foot. Shyly walking through the breezy wind. Leaping, silently pushing the ball across the road.
Written by Sienna   Year 2

My Day Skiing 

I went on a ski trip. It was cold with little breezes and white surfaces. I had long ski's that were hard to control. The slopes were all different sizes. Some big and some small. There were children everywhere. I was trying not to bump into them. 

Carlie and I wanted to do different things. The problem was we only ad one adult. The problem got bigger as Charlie go tired. There were friends to help us. Hooray!!
Written by Lucy Year 2

The Tunnel

Down, down, down through the beautiful tunnel, following the endless path. Covered in spring coloured flowers and shiny green leaves that sway in the rocky wind. In Autumn everything will change, the leaves. The tunnel leads me home from my adventure. 
Written by Chevy Year 2

The wind blew strongly and the cotton candy clouds fall out of the sky. The sky dissappeared back into the clouds again. 
Written by Jacob Year 2

Maniototo Mountains

The shimmering, snowy mountain lays still on a cold day’s morning. This damp old mountain wears layers in the winter for years and years.

Lilianei

The wide, old mountains glimmer of gold. The light of the sun blazes onto it in the chilly winter. One crystal covered valley has been covered by the frantic snow on an icy morning.

Thomas

  

The misty covered mountain sleeps under the sky in the crisp morning. The tall grassy hills are standing still by the wire fence in the sunny afternoon. 

Lucy

The rough, misty mountain stood quietly still in a farm yard under a summer sunset. One foggy covered hill blends gently behind the gate in the sunshine. The grassy wide hills stand straight waiting in the afternoon.

Abby

Our Adjective Poetry

What is caring?
What is sharing?
What is kind?
What is happy and pretty and full of ideas?

A friend

Written by Abby


What is brown?
What is small?
What is tall?
What is silent and handsome and special?

My Teddy Bear

Written by Perri

What is shiny?
What glows in the dark?
What is galishish? (we made this word up because it sounds so great)
What is golden and big and soft?

A pillow pet.

Frosty Mornings

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The frost covers the day like a white blanket. It was an odd morning. The trees were asleep.There leaves were falling to the diamond white blanket. When we breath we see the frost come out of our mouth. The damp day pinches my body. It makes me tickle. The frost makes the ground feel like its a pile of frozen rocks. The day has fallen into the frosty day.
by Lilianei


The Winters Morning. 
The winters morning pinches my legs like crabs at the beach. This morning I stepped outside to a Naseby of white frost. Crunch, went the frost underneath my feet. I feel the breeze rustle through my bones. 
By Thomas.



It's a cold winters morning and the cold air  is pinching. 

It's a challenge outside. The ice is daring  me to skate to school. I slip and slide through the playground. The cold air is blowing through my eyes and making me cry.

By Abby


It's a cold winters day. I step outside. Brrrr! A winter breeze swooshes by, sweeping up the leaves, leaving the trees bare. Frost scampers up the tree trunk leaving a sparkly pattern. Pinching the air as the breeze goes. The white blanket covers the land in the silvery frost. 

I tremble to walk on the ice but it is daring me to fall. At last I decided to do it. It pushes me to skate to school.

By Perri

Fraction art

These superstar learners explored fractions of circles. They folded, then cut out half, quarter, third pieces of circles. Then they made a picture with their fractions. They look amazing! Come into Kowhai to see their pictures of angels, butterflies on a sunny day, dog and sharks!