Sunday, 16 December 2007

I found some ice in a yellow big bowl that had lots of ice in it. We took the ice out and it looked so pretty so we took a picture of it.

Poem

Ice is lovely and cold
Ice skating on the river that froze in Ran-Roo
Like a skating rink with a machine that makes ice
It's rather a blade and it's rather a crice
Then the ice freezes on the lakes
You can skate and bake at the same time
And while you bake and skate, rhyme a poem with flowers
And the birds are singing.

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Antonia's latest poem

A poem about spring in December. I can really relate to that feeling, after about three weeks without any sunlight.

The Spring is Falling

The birds are singing,
The sky is bright,
Blue is falling
In the light.

The trees are blooming,
The flowers are blossoming,
The birds are singing in dozens.

The butterflies are fluttering,
Getting nectar.
It is very beautiful.
The butterflies sing,
The birds are tweeting
And parading with the bees.

Monday, 13 August 2007

Spider

This is a spider I saw in a maze and I think that it's there because right after the spider there's a dead path. So then we have to go back again.

Spider poem

Little spider make their webs,
On the chairs and on their heads,
When it rains it gets all wet,
Spiders webs are damp and set.

Monday, 25 June 2007

Marbled White Butterfly / Demi-deuil


I was eating and I looked behind me and there was a white dotted butterfly, and I ate my dinner and when I was finished I was looking at it. So Mummy took a picture for my blog. When I was finished looking at it, I had some chocolate. I had a nice day at my house, but I'm also going to go to my dance class, and I would like to go to the park this afternoon.

This is a poem:

Butterflies everywhere and touch,
When they're dead you can't unbotch,
But when they're so high up you can't touch them,
Just because you're not up.

But how would you touch them?
You can't because they're wings are so delicate but that's a storm,
And now I think all my singing is finished now,
Goodbye-ing-ing.

Sunday, 10 June 2007

Nigella damascena

I found a Nigella damascena in my garden, and they are quite rare in my garden, so I didn't pick it. I took a photo of it instead and put it on my blog because I thought it was a better thing. And then it wouldn't be destroyed. I never saw a Nigella but now I've seen one and I think it is beautiful. I didn't pick it because if I did there would be none in my garden and they are already very pretty. I like the purple colour, it will be always there if I didn't destroy it or pick it. I was having a good afternoon, but I was doing not really anything. We were going to go down to the mailbox but I changed my mind for some reason.

Friday, 8 June 2007

Water

This is a picture that I took, and if you get a bit close, it looks pretty, so I will keep it. It's a picture of water that has lots of things reflecting in it, and it looks like our Earth. I spent my afternoon in the park, and I just had my snack, and was taking some pictures. I was cooling my feet down in the nice water, but I couldn't bathe in it because there were too many signs saying No, and if I did the police would come and get me. I was pretending I was the willow fairy, and I was also pretending that I ate lots of coral and grass, but I usually pretended the grass was coral because it looked like coral. It looked like coral because in the sea I found some coral that is green and red, but I usually pretend with grass because it's not so smelly.

A poem about water

When the water comes to green,
It usually means that it's smelly.
And if you see anything green:
There's parks and dishes and paint that's green,
Leaves could be green also, and crowns and scoopers,
Diving in the pool.
Some are also fishing,
With a licence like a ring

Friday, 4 May 2007

Fossil

Mummy and me went to look for fossils. Daddy didn't come because he really didn't want to and he had work to do. So Mummy and I went together. We took some hammers and a strong basket and we found this and we played with it until now. And we found lots of pretty things.

A poem about fossil hunting

I went fossil hunting,
And I found fossils.
It was very hard,
The dust got in my nostrils!

But I found it anyway,
With a bit of nice speed.
I had a gouter there,
And went back to the house.