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Thursday, November 30, 2017

I am poem

I am poem

I am a student at Realistics art academy at Windsor Park church. I wonder what primary schools will look like after ten long years. I hear the soft whisper of the whirling wind as i fall asleep. I see my brother furiously playing video games. I want to visit my second cousin in California, San Francisco. I am a young artist.



I pretend to be a king librarian, an owner of a dog, or, a famous artist with my four year old cousin chloe. I feel the soft fur of my toys press against me as i pull back and relax. I touch the cold window as raindrops fall from the dark and cloudy sky. I worry about the silent tests the drop a block of pressure on me. I cry when I am upset or an animal or human is harmed. I am a young artist.




I understand that people can be different, no more, no less than anyone else. I say that you have what it takes , no matter what other people say , chase your dreams. I dream the world would live in peace, no overfishing, no animal testing, and no war. I try make everything I do worth it and try new things. I hope one day my dream of owning a pug will come true. I am a young artist.    

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Creature Alliteration poem - pixieions

                  Ixieions!  

This is a pixieion,
Pixieion’s live in perfect,pink,popsicles with petrified, purple, porcelain, porcupines.
Pixieon’s eat peculiar, plain, potatoes, pumpkin pasties, and , poppy seeds.
Pixieion’s like fluffy , puffy , ponies, and a puddle of pink and purple stuffies.
Pixieion’s are pretty , perfect , friends with the most pearly , peaceful , animal , the fairyion!
Pixieion’s made my body fill with pink, pleasant , perfect , pearly, mixture.

-Selina weng

This is a creature alliteration poem, this is about a fiction bird called a pixieion!!!!!!

Thursday, November 2, 2017

An ode to art

An ode to Art

Dear art,
I see your damp paintbrush and creamy paint,
The art so colourful and wild makes me faint,
Dear art,
The hb pencils feather when they shade,
As art follows you when you age,
Dear art,
I see the contrasting colours beam at my face,
I do it slowly as it is not a race,
Dear art,
Sometimes I fail but start again,
I never stop no matter the pain,
Dear art,
It is wonderful how you can show passion,
As your art can be turned to fashion!

-selina:)!!!