writing sample clay pigeon shooting

I was in team new zealand and just waiting for a gold medal like a kid that really wants a new Xbox game that just came out!!!!.It was my turn I stepped up to the shooting point and pointed my gun in a safe direction and loaded It gun as the shotgun shells got feed throw the bullet holder I Became more and more nevus wondering if I was going to win I lined my eye up with the bead and yelled pull as soon the clay pigeon came out of the trap I gave it some lead and pulled the trigger  Bang!!!!! the clay pigeon smashed like glass and  fell l to the ground like snow I was revealed and happy that I smoked the last clay pigeon and had not missed one. As soon as they called my name my heart was racing out of my chest I didn't know if i was going to be first or second or third?????.as soon as I placed my foot on first I became the most happiest person on earth after all my hard work off practising and buying new guns and heaps of ammo it finally pad of : )

fact about your eye speech

- Clear introduction, 3 main ideas and conclusion

- Back up each idea with relevant evidence and detail

- Use language devices (rhetorical questions, statistics, emotive language)

- Loud, clear voice

- Engaging and interesting  

- Within the time limit (1minute  3minutes

The eye

Which part of your body lets you read a book, check out a deer, and see a softball coming your way? the part that lets you cry when you're sad and makes tears to protect itself? Which part has muscles that adjust to let you focus on things that are close up or far away?If you guessed the eye, you're right!

               

   Facts about your eyes

The colored area around the pupil is called the iris, it controls the size of the pupil and can be colored           brown, blue, green or other colors and shades
depending on the person.

what am I poem

what am I poem

 I am a animal that lives in the bush I don't eat moosh 

 we have hard things On our head that will make 

you need meds. We have brown muddy fur that looks 

like old rusted metal we love eating grass and we eat it 

fast. Hunters from all over the world comes to hunt us.

 Our meat starts with a v and it doesn't taste like

 pee liam harmer likes to shoot us

 what am I ??????

so this is my what am I poem that we had done ages ago and I had found it so I decided to put it onto my blog