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Friday, September 22, 2017

The piano

 The Piano       
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Before you start writing
This video is about a man  who remembers his past and recalls his memories. Think about how he would be feeling and other memories that this might trigger.


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WALT write a descriptive piece of writing from the old man’s point of view as he recalls his memories.


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  • Full stops, capital letters,
  • Paragraphs
  • We need to follow the sentence tools for our opening paragraphs.
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WALT write a descriptive piece
of writing from the old man's
point of view as he re calls his memories.



                     


Hello there, I am a old wrinkly Woman, let’s start from the beginning. I was playing the piano upstairs when I heard my husband  yell out to me his name is Dom, ‘’DO THE DISHES!’’ Yelled Dom. I slowly walked down the stairs when all a sudden there was a banana. I didn’t see it so I rolled down the stairs, ‘’ DONK DONK!’’ my husband tried to run, be he couldn’t because he had a cramp.

‘’AHHHHH!’’ I yelled. 2 hours later, my wife was in hospital, I was sad. I waited  for weeks, then I heard the doctor say ‘’sorry Dom she’s gone’’. I got onto my knees and prayed, ‘’dear God hope you made my wife’s journey to heaven good’’ I stayed still for like a hour. I went home depressed and tried but instead of going to bed I went to play my wife’s piano.


As I was playing the piano I remembered all the things that happened in the past.  
When I first went on a holiday with my wife, we went to greece. There were lots of stuff there, and I remembered when I was in World War 2, I hid with my friend in the cold damp trenches.  The mud felt the old sticky slime.  that day  this BIG HUGE MAN!! Came out of nowhere and shot my friends head. The big man didn’t see me so I had good luck, but not my friend.


The dark juicy blood came out like a volcano. There was no point of saving him, so I got out of the trenches and started to shoot. But all a sudden I got shot in the leg, then my first birthday present when I was 5. I was a big fat chubby kid, I got a scooter horse. I tried to make it look like I loved it be really, I didn’t.


So for years I haven't even touched it, so I gave it to my grandson.  He didn’t like it by the looks so he came and played the piano with me. It was my time to go.

Te ngahere


Wal about te ngahere, the rakau, the krarehe, the manu, and the risks to the forest