Fog Poem

Angus wrote this poem during a wet morning tea time. He was inspired by two other poems about fog, including Carl Sandburg's poem which compares the fog to a a creeping cat.

Fog

Wrapping around you like a blanket,
Haunting people because it is a ghost.
With no colours, just plain white,
Blinding people.
Finally the fog goes away, leaving a sunny day.
The birds fly around, the bees come out of their hive,
And kids play outside all day.
No-one in the town is inside.

By Angus

Building Bridges

I liked the straw bridge the best because you could make it with more stuff than the popsicle bridge

It would have been easier if you could put the chairs more shorter then a A4 paper.

I learnt to work with other people not just with my friends in the activities in science & technology week.