THURSDAY 4 DECEMBER

L.O.I can write a descriptive recount of a story with a historical setting

The awful wailing of the air raid siren has finally stopped .The sun took its coat and danced from cloud to cloud .The precious perfume I smelled was nice. The birds sang a sweet song. I felt

joyful. The flowers beaming with joy. It was nice to go outside and enjoy myself. I felt happy for

myself. I felt like joy was bubbling up inside of me.

By Tola



2014