Crashing winds, trashing trees, Shaking trees, dropping branches, Washed lands. By Paige Waipouri Age 7          

Soccer I heard the loud red hooter. Then it was my turn. I sprinted onto the field. I kicked the ball but the other team got it. I raced and we scored a goal. Harmony [...]

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​ Hello Winter Goodbye Autumn, Hello Winter, Goodbye warm coloured leaves, Hello nice cosy blankets, Goodbye yummy ducks, Hello hot chocolate, Goodbye outside games, Hello inside games, Goodbye singlets, Hello macintoshes, Goodbye fields of flowers, [...]