What are scissors

Today and yesterday we had to make a poem about how scissors work. first we

had to plan and then do a quick write so we could get it done then we got told

to post it on our blog.

I hope you enjoy

When I Use The Scissors I see the top of the scissors move so they can cut the paper the way
I want it to cut.

I hear the sound of paper or cardboard cutting in half as I cut along.

I can Smell the air as I cut along the paper.

I can Feel the handles as they move while I move my fingers and thumb.

I can taste my breath because I am focusing very hard so i can get the line straight.

I am thinking I know I can make this line straight, I can do this.

In scissors There are…

• 2 handle grips
• 2 Blades to cut the object that you are cutting.
• 1 bolt to hold everything together

When You use scissors you put your four fingers in the gap for the first handle to move the first blade.
Stick your thumb in the other gap in the handle to move the second blade.

When I hold scissors i have my four fingers in the bigger hold in a handle and my thumb in the circle
in the other handle that my fingers aren't in.

If you are ever walking with scissors you must hold the blades so if you fall they don’t stab your eye

My First day at Te Manu Tukutuku

This week we moved to the new South Hornby School We are now called Te Manu Tukutuku. So we had to make a poem about what we like about the school we are now at My Poem has what I feel, what I hear, What I see, What I smell and what I could touch.

My First day at Te Manu Tukutuku

I feel curious as I walk through the brand new school grounds.

I hear a lot of kids laughing and meeting up with their friends.

I see brand new shiny tables and new blue chairs.

I smell the brand new smell of furniture and the paint colours on our walls.

I touch the nice soft walls as I walk along the spaces.

I am excited for my future at this school.

That was summer poem

I remember smelling  smoke from the fire will i was at  my house.

I remember tasting ice cream and ice blocks they were bursting with flavor.

I remember seeing the flowers in the sun .

That was summer

I remember feeling the hot sun in the nice blue sky on my skin.

I remember hearing the bees buzzing around and stinging people.

That was summer.

By Nici
My poem is what i remember from summer-Nici