Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts

Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Magic Box

The Magic Box
I will put in my box…
A Lego Play Station from Canada.
Seeds that grow into more trees
A massive wave floating around me like dancing in the dark
Potato chips that Mum makes every night.

I will fly in my box...
To Egypt and play on a camel.
My box is made from…
Bones from A T-Rex
Sparkling gold from en old mining filed.
Solid metal from en old factory.
Wood from a willow tree.

By Jack Timu

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

My Brother

My brother is so nice because he plays with me and my sister, and my dad.  He is kind because he kicks rugby balls up in the air for my brother and I to catch.  He has brown eyes and is tall with brown hair.  He goes to boarding school and sometimes we talk on the phone too.
Jack Year 3