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]]> http://braishfieldprimaryblogs.com/saplings/?feed=rss2&p=2437 0 http://braishfieldprimaryblogs.com/saplings/?p=2416 http://braishfieldprimaryblogs.com/saplings/?p=2416#comments Fri, 22 Feb 2013 16:31:58 +0000 SAPLINGS saplings http://braishfieldprimaryblogs.com/saplings/?p=2416 First we played schools then we had lunch. Next we played on the computer on bad ice cream. Then we played at the park but it was really cold so we went back inside and then had dinner.

Did you know that space shuttles was made by many people?  Space shuttles can be called diffent names like space ship, space craft, and rocket.

Appearance

A space ship sometimes looks like a rocket with two jet planes stuck too it. When it takes off it leaves cascading smoke behind it.

What did it do?

Did you know at 1968 NASA sent a space shuttle up in to space and it tacked 4 years reached and explored the moon.

Why was it importent?

The space shuttle today is remarkably great because the past inspired us!

By Troy

Birds calling like a microwave,

Light gleaming from the head of a ghost train,

Horns howling like a wolf howling at moon,

Ground vibrating from a volcano erupting.

Coal burning like a fire blazing,

Fire box burning as if it was a volcano,

Pistons pumping like a petrol pump,

Carriage’s zooming like a spaceship.

Smoke fading like a chimney,

Horn calming as the train passes,

Wind calming like an elephant has stoped blowing,

Now it is gone

By Archie

Bells ringing as a roller coaster rolls round the corn,

Whistle squeaking as the smoke fads in the sun light,

Wind wising as the trees arms sway,

A cloud of smoke.

Clattering wills that thunder loudly,

Burning fire as the driver shovels cull Into the fire boxes,

Carriages rumbling like a missile bing shot .

Smoke disappearing into the clouds up into the sky,

Train has gone.

By William

Bell clanging like a fire  engine’s siren,

Horn howling is a wolf howling at the moon,

Whistle tooting like a owl,

The pistons is pumping a giant’s heart beet,

The greasy wheels rushing rapidly past,

Chattering carriages are the people ,

Head light as bright as a one eyed monster with a glowing eye,

Track booming like galloping gazelles,

Gone.

By Isaac

Bell clanging like a clock striking  mid night,

Whistles crying are babies ,

Light staring as if it was a person,

The train chugging is as loud as a plane at take-off.

Whizzing greasy carts like a cheater,

Windows steaming up as if it was clouds of smoke,

Grubby grey wheels are wising past,

The red  carts is as red as blood.

Screeching wheels like a person blowing a whistle,

Chatting parsonages are talking away,

Crashing coal is as load as a lion roaring,

Gone.

By Samuel

Bells chiming like the end of break time,

An army of smoke is invading the outside world,

Whistle screeching like an eagle with a terrible cough,

Rails are rumbling mad.

Carriages clattering like a crash of teapots clashed on the floor,

Ash flushing furiously from the rumbling wood fire,

Pistons pumping like a heart beet bouncing up and down,

Smoke is spewing violently if it was a shark devastating a human.

Steam dying like a building by a steam roller,

Track is soothing,

Wind calming like a hail shower just dried up,

The train is gone.

By Troy

Leaves blowing like an autumn shower,

The birds calling is a whistle cheeping,

Bells ding like a after break bell.

Cloud of smoke like a sand storm,

Howling wind is a wold which quakes,

A bright light is the bites star on earth,

A rusty train tumbling past like a ground quaking.

Carriage rumbling that is a whistle shrieks ,

Carriages getting quieter like a storing that’s blowing its self out,

Earth quakes are a fire box crackling,

A rusty train fading in the distance like a cloud of smoke.

By Megan