Rainbow

mean? Go down to the place where it shines. What’s it? Oh, the sun! It shines the brightest down by the hill by the creek. And the creek always has a perfect view of rainbows, all the colors you could imagine, since it always rains! And, there’s a forest by the creek, the smell of pine. And next to the hill, the forest, and the rainbow is gold! I need to go now!” I jogged down my driveway and felt a bead of sweat on my temples. Don’t get tired now. You surprise waits! I thought. I kept running

Water Erosion Background Erosion is the wearing away of sand soil or rock by water, or wind. Water erosion is the separation and removal of soil. Water erosion occurs by rain carrying away bits of soil and slowly washing away rock fragments (Society). Rushing streams and rivers wear away their banks, creating larger and larger valleys. Water erosion can occur on streams, river banks, sea shores and seaside cliffs. There are also different types of water erosion like sheet erosion. Sheet erosion is

Giselle: 2009#1 Looking at the numbers, the very tangible loss of money--money funneled seemingly endlessly into space, into technologies that we abandon, into missions that may fail, into promises of progress ten, twenty, fifty years from now--it can be difficult to justify that immediate loss with the seemingly insufficient immediate gain, the gain of nothing but knowledge--so very intangible that it is. Perhaps this is frustration is born from the fact that we have never done anything like this

It is July and we just finished celebrating Independence Day. We are six months into 2015, so are how are we doing here at Bushy Park? First and foremost, we have not had a recordable incident or a lost time incident. Congratulations, but do not get complacent. Accidents that happen in the blink of an eye can impact you and your family for the rest of your life. It is summer and there are plenty of distractions: vacations, outdoor activities and just trying to survive the summer heat. Pay attention

Grandma wombat French, J., & Whatley, B. (2016). Grandma wombat. Sydney, Australia: Angus & Robertson. Genre: Fiction Stage group: Early S1 - S1 (K-2) Plot summary: Grandma Wombat lives a relaxed life, sleeping, eating and scratching. She believes her grandson is well-behaved, however, when Grandma is asleep, he gets up to all types of mischief. Notes: The book is suitable for stage 1, especially kindergarten and year 1. It is set in a simple recount format and there are few words, making it easy

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect. “Run,” an elderly man shouted at his students, interrupting his photosynthesis moment. “Off the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect. “Run,” an elderly man shouted at his students, interrupting his photosynthesis moment. “Off the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself

Everything is normal in the prison, or at least as normal as a prison can be, until I look in the mirror. Every time I look in the mirror, without fail, I see myself as a school boy. Everyday, I go to my job, making license plates in the shop. Other than lunch in the old brick lunchroom and my few bathroom breaks, I stay there until bedtime. At bedtime I retreat through long corridors, past endless cells, and finally arrive at my room. Though sparse and uninviting, I always feel intense relief when

The young student bangs around the kitchen in search of the month old box of Froot Loops he’s stretching out for all its worth. His hands furiously open the stark white linoleum cabinet to the left of the stove and rummages in it for a minute before finding the cardboard box. He sets it down on the cold slippery countertop before shuffling sleepily to the fridge. The cold air that blasts in his face is a sharp contrast from the muggy temperature of his studio apartment thanks to his broken air conditioning

The clicking of her black heels echoed loudly as they made contact with the worn-out cobble pathway. The dull coloured water from the river hit the rocks as the sound of the Big Ben rung, indicating that it was 10pm. Fog littered the poorly lit street and the winds nipped at her nose, only the sounds of her heels meeting the uneven stone could be heard throughout the empty streets of London. She fixed her grip on her newborn, bringing the fragile, olive-skinned baby girl flush against her wool coat