Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Marching To The Field

Can you believe that we went outside to just...listen? When we walked to the field, our feet sounded like we were marching like a whole group of soldiers marching ready to fight. But we were not soldiers ready to fight. Finally we got to the grass and Mrs. Barks suddenly stopped and told us to lie down. We looked like we had come back from the New Zealand war and we had gotten injured from swords. Then we all looked up like little red fire ants looking up from a hole, and the clouds were in shapes of babies and dragons. We looked up to the sun and heard the wind whooshing through the bushes and trees. I was next to Uili and he was like an angel protecting me from the other wars and like he was a champion who had saved my life. The birds were singing sweetly in the trees, and the cicadas sounded like a clock going tick, tock, tick, tock.

1 comment:

  1. Oooh I loved the detail and drama in your retelling of how you marched to the field. Brilliant, son!
    Love Mum


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