Writing:
One day there was a Monarch butterfly. She was a traveller. One day she was flying and decided to land on a poisonous milkweed flower with her beautiful wings. When she landed she laid an egg. This egg then hatched into a caterpillar. The caterpillar is now a larvae. It was now an insect. For one week he ate crunchy leaves and an orange. One week after the caterpillar hatched it turned into a cocoon which is also called a chrysalis. The patterns of his wings developed while he was in the cocoon. While it was in its cocoon he was blending in with the enviroment around him and no predators saw him. When the cocoon hatched it was tim for the Monarch butterflies to migrate and he had his first flight.
Maths:
1. a,c,d,e
2. b
3.
THRASS
fur
purr
turf
hurdle
turtle
purple
curtin
One sunny hot day a purple turtle was hiding on a turf. He decided that it was to hot out in the hot boiling day so he went in a house and hid under a large fur curtin.
Poem
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
This poem is talking about how some great things will always have to end sometime.
