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Springtime
Blossoms on the trees Shine in the hot, bright sun.
Flowers, blue, pink, red, purple, On the grass for everyone.
March, April, May are all Of the Spring months.
So what are we waiting for, Let’s go on some Easter Hunts!
By Annelise M
Spring
Spring is here! And flowers are blooming, daffodils are growing.
Bees are buzzing from flower to flower Collecting pollen every hour.
Chicks are hatching from their eggs Walking around on their little orange legs.
Chocolate eggs, yummy yummy, Coming from the Easter Bunny.
A perfect mix of rain and sun make a Rainbow and they bring so much fun.
By Rosie C
Iwokeuptofind
I woke up to find... A few flowers slowly growing, Waiting in the sun for an hour. I found the trees happily starting to blossom And then falling to the ground. Lambs were running all about They were all around. Chicks were in their nests Having a lovely rest. So I decided to join them And make a cosy nest.
By Annabelle A
Spring Time
I can see lambs frolicking in the meadow. I can hear beautiful birds chirping in the blossom tree. I can hear the snuffling of rabbits. I can smell sweet flowers and fresh green grass. I can taste yummy chocolate
And that’s the end of Spring.
By Una C
Springtime
I can hear the chicks chirping in their nest. I can see blossom forming on the trees.
I can smell all the chocolate the Easter bunny is delivering. I can taste the sweet juicy fruit.
I can touch the freshly printed dew on the fresh grass.
By Aurora W
Spring
I can see the little lambs jumping up and down with joy. I can see the colourful butterflies coming towards me. I can see the birdies hopping happily around in the grass.
I can hear the river flowing through the reeds. I can hear the birds chirping in the trees. I can hear the sound of the oven being put on. I can hear my sister screaming with her friends!
I can smell the colourful Springtime flowers growing in the garden. I can smell the hot crossed buns fresh out of the oven. I can smell the chocolate being opened from the wrappers.
I can taste my mummy’s delicious pudding melting in my mouth. I can taste the yummy chocolate eggs after I find them on my hunt.
By Olivia F
A Spring Welcome
I awoke in the golden sunshine, I knew it was Spring. Jumping out of bed, and rushing into the garden, I found tulips, roses and daffodils. I had never seen the lambs before, Oh, how delightful!
I am so excited for Easter. The Easter bunny will arrive. Hopping in with a happy mood and giving out chocolate We’ll have an egg hunt and then I’ll eat, Oh, how delightful!
At the farm, the animals, how cute There are lambs, bunnies you name it, they’re so fluffy. Oh, how delightful!
By Ella F
Spring
I can see the birds swaying left and right high up in the blue sky. I can see the new-born lambs leaping around in the fields with joy. I can see the bunnies chasing each other around the field. I can see the Spring flowers blooming all around me.
I can hear the cute chicks cheeping everywhere I look. I can hear the tall trees swaying in the breeze. I can hear the lambs bleating in the field. I can hear my sister noisily munching her Easter eggs.
I can smell the blooming blossom under my nose. I can smell the chocolate eggs ready to hunt. I can smell roast lamb from my kitchen.
I can taste the melting chocolate eggs in my mouth. I can taste the heavenly hot crossed buns filling me with joy. I can taste the lovely Spring vegetables with my roast dinner.
By Harriet S
Spring is Upon Us
I can see the golden sun shining upon my skin. I can see the new-born lambs jumping around to remind me of new life. I can see the flowers swaying from side to side.
I can hear the cubby chicks chirping as they go. I can hear the birds sing as I wake up. I can hear the trees swing from side to side.
I can smell the sweet scent of my mum’s cooking. I can smell the freshly baked hot cross buns, which I enjoy with a cup of milk. I can smell the delicate flowers as I bring them up to my nose.
I can taste the chocolate eggs melting in my mouth. I can taste the lamb when it’s put on my plate.
I can feel the Spring breeze on my face. I can feel the fresh new grass on my feet.
By Livleen K
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