Descriptive wrighting ~ The Trail Ride

W.A.L.T: Write a descriptive piece of writing about a true thing that has hapend to you!

• Arnie walking powerfully
• Mussels tence when he sees the bridge
• he bravely followed the other hores on to the bridge
• It started swaying…
• He calmly turned around and walked of the bridge and jumped off the end
• We crossed the river and met the horses that crossed the bridge on the opposite side.

I could hear the leaves crunching beneath his hooves. I could feel his powerful muscles powering forward beneath me. I look around at my surroundings. The Attractive trees and plants around us are glistening in the sun with dew drops. We turn the next corner and there was a long metal bridge. I could feel Arnie’s muscles tense at the sight of what would be to him a giant scary thing that could harm him.

“We aren't going over THAT are we.” I say with a shaky hint in my voice.

“Give it a go, you won’t know if never try!” Jane announced enthusiastically. I quietly squeeze my legs on his side as I ask him to walk on. He looked unsure but he trusted me to get him across safely. He followed the other horses, Whisper and Honey to about half way and it started to sway! IT WAS A SWING BRIDGE!!

Honey had her legs spread out to the side trying to balance herself in the intense swaying movement. Arnine, not knowing what to do, spun around and tried to canter of on the quaking bridge that was extremely similar to an earthquake. I could hear Jane's blaring shouts to try and tell me to jump off, but there was no way I was going to bail, either side of me was a 15 meter drop onto large rocks and boulders with a raging stream, let alone falling on top of Sue and Mana, who had decided not to try crossing the bridge. When he had reached the edge of the bridge, there was a large concrete slab dug into the ground. Arnie wasn’t sure if it was solid or flat, so he decided to jump it and canter a couple of strides before we turn down the stoney track to cross the river. He let out a piercing winnie because he thought that he had been left behind but when he saw that the other horses were waiting on the other side of the river he quickly crossed the river and we continued along the track, the Adrenalin pumping through my veins! That is the last time I ride a horse across a swing bridge!!

The Empty Hut By Bronah

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My Real Bare Bone story - The marshmallow cooker

W.A.L.T:Show not tell 

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The sun was setting for the night through a gap in the trees and the only thing that could be heard was an owl hooting in the distance, the waves from the lake rolling on to the beach and someone telling a story around a campfire. “It was a calm night just like tonight about 50 years ago and there was a boy scouts club having a camp. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of an owl in the distance, the sound of the waves crashing on the sand before them, the boys were cooking marshmallows just like us and then there was a rustle in the bushes most of the boys scouts of course were to lost in the song they were singing to hear so they just kept on singing and when the song had finished all of the boys got up and went to bed apart from 1 and he wanted to put out the fire so he decided he wanted to finish the bag of marshmallows and as he did so there was another rustle in the bushes and the boy yelled help. He was never seen again.”All of the boys were now oohhing and aarrrhhing at the story and the one boy put there hand up and asked “ How do you know this exactly?” “I was the boy who went missing best friend and I was one of the ones who heard the rustle in the bushes and I tried to persuade him not to stay and let the fire to just die out its self but he would not listen. Alright we better get an early night off you go so all of the boys got up and got there pj's on apart from one who did not listen to the story and was too busy to hear the sound of tents zipping a boys all bidding there fellows goodnight he was finishing off the bag of marshmallows when there was yet another rustle in the bushes the boy turned a large black horse with a man on its back. the man gestured for the boy to jump onto the horse. They flew away and lived happily ever after.