My Musical Holiday of Joy and Peace

My Musical Holiday

I don’t know where to start. There was my Dad’s birthday and my Granddad's birthday. I watched movies and played my guitar. Walked to Wycola Park with my sister. Ate. Slept. The usual's. Let's start with my musical days in the holidays.It all started on Saturday when it was a thermal day and the sun was golden and shining.

I was at home in the living room (or what you could also call the ‘lounge’) playing my guitar. I played different songs on the guitar, e.g Walk the line by Johnny Cash, Tequila Sunrise by the Eagles,  Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash, Down in the Meadow by Marilyn Monroe, All Things Must Pass by George Harrison, Maggie Mae by The Quarry-men or a folk song and I saw her Standing There by the Beatles.

My Dad was there sitting on the red lazy boy couch which was red like scarlet watching TV. He was watching Coronation Street with his dark turquoise or ivy eyes glued to the screen like he wasn’t paying any intention to me. Like I was invisible or not even there. Moreover, I sat on the couch and played gently with my sore fingers even though they were aching while I was changing chords. I sang as well and finally my Dad caught my attention. He gave me a warm and comfortable smile. My Dad stood up to get something out of the cold fridge. My Dad’s tall. He’s 1.86 meters tall. He can reach things with his long massive arms. My Dad wears glasses now. They are black like sly cats that scurry in the night.

He came back to sit on the lazy boy couch which was red like sunset with a spoon in one hand and yogurt in the other. I played again and again not to mention my fingers were numb and feeling hard. So I stopped. My sister Sara was playing badminton. My Mum was out in the scorching sun gardening and talking to her friend on her phone. That’s what my mother loves doing. Going out with a soft mask on, digging out old forlorn flowers that were from last year or months before. I decided to listen to music next with my sky blue headphones on.

Music has been part of my life. I love music very much and want it in my future. Music makes me smile. It makes me feel satisfied. I love music because it calms my stress and it makes me relax. I also enjoy listening to Little Richard. His songs makes me want to dance like ‘Good Golly Miss Molly’ or ‘Rip it up’ or ‘Long Tall Sally’. Even songs by Duane Eddy e.g moovin' and groovin' and Raunchy. I love music because it tells you a story but put into a song. Like ‘Sidewalks Of New York’ even though the song is an old classic, I still enjoy it and it makes me feel comfortable like I’m in my comfortable Zone.

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At school my class and I had to write about our holiday. We had to use the correct structure for our recount. I wrote about my musical days in the holidays. I love doing this because my strength is writing and I would love to share it to all of you.

Tongan Languages

At school my class and I have been learning how to pronounce and say the Tongan Languages. It was challenging because I was learning a different language. It was a good experience for me to learn a different language because I can learn about different cultures and how they say their language. I would like to do this again someday because it was a new experience for me to learn a different language and someday I could learn other languages like Italian or German.  

In Order

At school my class and I had to do this activity about how we do things in order in life. I find it challenging because I had to remember some things that I did in life. I learnt that everything I do in life had to be in order. Like for an example wake up, get changed, get a cereal, put it in the bowl and so on. I know the words are blurry and you can't quite see, but that's all I could do. 

The People who had risked their lives for us.

At school I had to do a thinglink about the people who risked their own lives for us. It was challenging because I had to come up with descriptive words for the thinglink. It was interesting and I enjoyed learning about what had happened in those ghastly times. 

Why are Horses so important in war?

Foremost Horses in war. Why were they Important?

By EDEN DWYER

Everyone knows that men had to fight in the wars and they had to take their part. But not only men took their part in war. There were horses too, around 6 million horses went to war.The horses in war were very foremost to the soldiers because they can go through what carts or drivers in wagons can’t. Like big floods and heavy mud. The horses were told to go to war to work by carrying things on their tired backs. They were like slaves. They had to cross dangerous

rivers. Horses were brave in those vile days of working. The horses were used for communication or to put supplies on and so on. I’m telling you again that the horses were very important because they were playing a hard role for a horse in the war. They carry more weight than the soldiers who travel to war.

Most of their transportation were roads and railways. They had to cope with the ghastly conditions. In the hard rocky roads, railheads and rare trenches. Though the horses weren’t suppose to be in the trenches.

Soldiers depended on their horses to carry their weapons and anything they need.

But if the horse is sick and falls down and can’t do anymore,the soldiers sadly had to kill them or leave them slowly dying over the night with no help. But sadly,only 62,000 horses came back. There were animals like

dogs for a mascot, pigeons to send messages, camels, elephants even.

At School I have to make a Newspaper Report about why Horses are so important in war. I love doing this because their were interesting facts and its in History. Maybe I should work on writing more information about horses. About what they did after the abhorrent war. I thought the horses were very brave and had a lot of courage. It must have been hard work. Working for the soldiers. I couldn't get my real newspaper on the blog because my newspaper that had the info was a bit small. So I created this instead. Because the computer won't do as it was told properly, at least the info is there. I hope you have found this interesting because I tried to get this on the blog.

Flashback

At school We are learning to write a flashback for a different perspective and use show not tell. I have been writing about a person called Sam in the story called "The Anzac Puppy". I had to be Sam in the story . I enjoyed doing it because it's based on fact and it's part of history. The story was written by Peter Millet and illustrated by Trish Bowels .
I think I should work on making sure the descriptive words make sense in a sentence. I feel like I have done well. I just need to make sure my sentences make sense and NO mistakes.

It all began in the year 1915. I was young then. It was 16 degrees. The wind was bitter and outside everywhere was frosty on the Western Front. Crash!Smash! The guns were blaring making my ears ring. They were ringing and ringing. But I couldn’t help it. I was trudging in the trenches. Under there it was scandalous and muddy. Everything above me was in ruins. Everything was frosty but I had to keep on going. So I proceeded and stomped. But I had a friend with me. A Great Dane puppy with white fur that was like the shining moonlight. Black spots that were like the bullets of the gun.

I kept on trudging. But I can’t take it no more. I’m so vexed I feel like I have sorrow in me. I’m heartbroken and filled with anger and getting high tempered. My heart making me panic. Blood going everywhere in me. I could see my veins in the flesh of my skin. Bloodshed everywhere. They were like red paint oozing out of the courage and brave men. Panicked-stricken by the thought of seeing brave and courage men gone rapidly like the bullet of the gun. Sergeants, Lieutenants and corporals. I stood there like the brink of silence. Wishing it was over.     

Passion Sunday

In my class we have been learning about Passion Sunday. Why Jesus rode on a donkey to the gates of Jerusalem.