This kind man (Mr Hayes) had his house robbed, car stolen twice and been anoyed by pesky teenages we decided help him out by making a bake sale. We raised $200 for him to spend on whatever he wants.
Jake
fish
Thursday, 29 November 2012
war scences poem
Waiting
Young, scared kids fleeing with terror.
Thick, dense smoke fills my nose as I quietly wait until the time is right.
Gun shells clanging against solid, hard ground.
Burning, sweltering heat from the hot, deadly explosions just metres ahead of me.
Black charcoal grinds through my chipped, unbrushed teeth.
I think that if I make it out alive I will be the luckiest soldier on earth.
Jake Johnston
Maori acrostic poem
Rotarota poem
Tuturu
Aroha
Nga kau
Ingoa
Whaka
Haka
Aroha
By Jake
Athletics day
On wensday last week it was athletics day and I competed in all the activities. I did pretty well.
Jake
Jake
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