Photo Perspective

I was at Virginia. My Poppa and me and Ivan went to find worms in front of the house. Then we put them in a can. The next day we went fishing with the worms. We caught fish, but they slipped away. Some of the fish we caught and some were too small.

We went in this big maze. It was hard to go through. We went in this big cave, too. We saw fossils, and there was a big pond. In fact it was bigger than the pond we went fishing in the other day. I was sad when I had to go and leave all the caves. Then we ate and I felt better.

The next day, I took a bath. That was the last day. I was sad when I had to go back to Pennsylvania, but I was sorta happy that I didn’t have to be in that van so long. I said goodbye to my grandma and grandpa, my uncle, and my aunt, and then we went in the house. The End.

V wanted to share his creative writing for the day. His assignment was to describe someone he knows well using his senses. He chose to concentrate on sight, sound, and smell.

I have a friend named Jim. He has gray hair. He has a cowboy shirt and pants. He wears cowboy boots because he has tons of cowboy boots. He is carrying a saddle with both hands. He has a mustache. You know how you have like a beard, but he has that all shaved off. He has a white, black, or brown cowboy hat. He has a band around the hat, like a cowboy band. He wears vests.

He has a tough voice which sounds like a grown-up. That’s just how he is. When he’s carrying a saddle, he’s grunting. Once he gets the saddle on the horse’s back, he takes a big breath. When he is mucking out the stalls, the pitchfork he has makes a scraping sound on the bottom of the stall. Once he flies the poop into the wheel barrel, it makes a big quiet bang.

He smells like he is always out in the barn. He doesn’t smell like that on Sundays. He takes a shower. On Monday he still smells like he took a shower, but after a while he smells like he is always working in the barn. YEEHAW!