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Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Monday, August 5, 2019
poem
Determiner
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Adjectives
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Nouns
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Verbs
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Adverbs
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Prepositional phrase
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The
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Jagged, white
rough
brave
Dark green
high
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Rocks
River
Fisherman
Bush
Cliffs
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Standing
Flowing
Fishes
Stands
stretch
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Still
Fast
Patiently
Quietly
Boldly
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In the river
Downstream
With his fishing rod
Waiting
Towards the sky
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The jagged, white rocks stand still in the river
The rough river flows fast downstream
The brave fisherman fishes patiently with his fishing rod
The dark, green bush stands quietly waiting
The high cliffs stretch boldly towards the sky
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Quade's Pepeha!!
Titirangi is my mountain.
Waipaoa is my river.
Horouta is my canoe.
Ngati porou are my people.
Awapuni is my marae.
Chrissy is my mother.
Brent is my father.
Quade is my name
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