Love Poem to My Toaster

Oh toaster I love you,
I can not imagine afternoon tea with out you,
I crave your golden toast.
Ever since the other one exploded,
I was in despair....
But then you came along with your bagel setting,
The other could not compare!

A deserted beach by Emily

Soft sand slips under my feet. The sea shimmers like glass. Twisted rocks coil around cliffs with seagulls screeching as if they are calling for someone desperately. The crash of the waves seem
distant even though I am close. Not a sign of civilization. I am isolated from people, just gulls searching for food.

By Emily

Medieval castle

The rusty drawbridge sags creakily if even the slightest starved mouse limps across. The gloopy moat slodges about under my feet damp and unforgiving. Tall turrets try to lean against the crusty castle. The rusty portcullis screeches in pain if you try to open it. There is not a sound of a happy soul anywhere as the wind blows soullessly through the still cold air. 

Power Surge by Emily

As they buckled up my seat belt I thought, "Is this a good idea?" By the time I decided it wasn't, it was too late. Up I went, wind whistling in my ears and all the while my stomach churned as I went just a bit to far out my comfort zone. My muscles tightened as I turned around just waiting to fall out. Sick started slipping up my throat. I saw lots of little faces turning around and around. Then suddenly I felt a jerk as the ride stopped. "Thank goodness that's over," I thought to myself with relief.

by Emily

This is my self portrait by Emily

   
we did a portrait of ourselvs on kid pix we wrote some wordes describing ourselves .