Mt Digital Mihi

My Special Place Poem

WALT- Use our senses to write a poem about a special place.

To be successful we needed to use at least 3 of the 5 senses, have 3 or more verses and have some sort of repetition after each verse. (eg. Mahia is like that.)

My Special Place

I walk in there and automatically,

a smiles grows upon my face.

I feel as free as a bird,

as the adrenal pumps in my lungs.

I can’t wait to start.

My special place is like that.

5,6,7,8! The music booms and

the passion of performing is released.

The tappers will tap while others pant

and stretch till we can hardly walk!

But it all is worth it.

My special place is like that.

Faint smells of b.o, deodorant

and hairspray are all normal

Don’t mind the the slight mess

I love it here just like the rest.

My Dance Studio is like that.

Quirky Quick Writes

WALT- Use our imaginations to write on a variety of topics for 5-10 minutes each day. I hope you enjoy reading these.


It was a stormy day…  The wind was whistling and howling like a wolf. I sat pouty face, bored brained in the pitch black except for a candle looking at the rain splattered window. I was home alone and the storm gods were throwing a major hissy fit! Shiver creep up my spine like a snake and the butterflies in my tummy! Don’t get started. Where is Mum? I think to myself. I sneeze but even though  me being home alone someone said bless you…

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Inside Mrs Pratchett's filthy, grey, breakfast covered apron pocket there was a jungle... For one there was a horrifying smell that killed some of the dead cockroaches  and mice inside there! Old rotten lollies, dirty socks, some spare change but the worse thing inside that filthy apron was…  A  grotty, wooden spoon that must have been as old as her! She used it to whack little boys knuckles if she caught them stealing a lollie out of a jar that they hadn't paid for! They little boys would shriek in fear “ Please Mrs Pratchett I was only tasting it to see if I liked it! Then I would have paid for it. Please don’t!”

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Weeeeeeeeeee! Thump… We land on the power line. “Hooray, we’re free! “

we signal happily to each other.  “ Finally away from that octopus killer, terrible smelling scum bag!” Feeling victorious, my senses were telling me something is wrong. Now I can smell it… I look left, right, forwards, backward, up and then I look down… ‘Crikey!’ All of my tentacles are burning and sizzling like stake from the power lines!  “ What am I going to do? I thought I was free from death for a little while longer!” I whine, whilst crying and burning. Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle. I’m gone...