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