Mount Ruapehu was usual enough.
It had rocks,
snow, ice,
places to sled
even a cafe to eat in that we didn’t bother to go in.
James and I did what most people did.
Made snowmen,
slid on snowboards,
started snowball fights.
Doing nothing important.
My Place
About the Author: Grace H
Hullo!. My name is Grace. Grace Heaven to be exact. I live in the North Island of NZ on McInnes road in Marua but I was born in New Castle in England.
I have a big brother named James. Mum and Dad are called Jodi and Ben.I enjoy playing video games and drawing in my spare time. I love animals and I ́m desperate to have chickens. We have a cat named Mr Pickles and we used to have a cute tabby named Buttons but she died a while ago but we are going to get a replacement and I ́m going to name it Sherbet.
When I grow up I want to be a vet! And that's my life so far. Adios!.
Awesome poem Grace, I never knew that Mount Ruapehu had a cafe.
Hi Gracie! I’m here to say that your story is awesome! However, I think you missed something. Need a hint? Gloves, hands, taking off and me. I think you can decode it! But anyways, good job! (Please don’t take me seriously!)
Interesting writing Grace!. As usual there were a few things missing but you gave great details using the limited info you had!.
Great poem Grace. Why didnt you get some food?