My Sense Poem: The Sense Of Snow

The Sense Of Snow

I see the snowy white blanket on the cold hill.
I smell the wet dew on the fresh green leaves.
I feel a touch of frost.
I hear the crunching of my boots attacking the snow.
I taste the ice as its cold bites my tongue.

Me and Taylars Mershlet Kebabs

My Calender Art!

Palm Oil Evie

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My inquiry question!

Making Playdough and sticks to be 3D shapes

Making shaped with Playdough and sticks.
Walt:Make and learn about other and new shapes!

What's it's like today

The last 2 days at school.(A example of it) :) !!!