Daisy (aged 9) had a piece of (completed) work sent home from school the other day, because her teacher thought I might like to see it. The task she was set was "To create and describe settings to interest a reader include - interesting volcabulary (sic) - a variety of different connectives." She had a picture of a mountainous lake scene. I'll let her describe it. I will try to transcribe faithfully, but there is a danger that her spelling is better than my typing...
"As the morning sun creeps around the sky, it wraps the darkness in its bright, warm blanket. Tiny birds called plimps bow to the sun and spread their shiny blue wings in its honour. Snow wolves howl as a greeting to their old friend. Snowy white trees wave their branches and burst into a beautiful melody. Beautiful flowers open their colourful petals and bathe in the morning light. Many colours shine on the gleaming lake, making it reflect the wonders of the land. Animals gather around the shimmering lake, bending down low, lapping up the cool, clear water. Mountains shake away the cold and stand like soldiers, guarding their land so no harm can come to their precious landscape. Fish swim around, avoiding the snow wolves and swerving this way and that making the water simmer in circles. All the clouds part to make room for the sun. The light burns through the sky, lighting even the darkes corner of the land. Lush green grass sways in the incoming brightness, dancing to make their god happy. A tiny doorway is carved in a tree and silk hung around as a soft door. Fairies come dancing out of their tiny house, some with faces as soft as velvet, others with dainty white curls flying everywhere, others with faces like old hags. Millions of them crowded out of that tiny door, flying down the lake and round the flowers. Pixies also piled out of the tiny doorway. The pixies started to create havoc, pulling up flowers and pulling the hair of the snow wolves. Fairy mothers and fathers soon put a stop to that though. They all started picking berries and pulling out petals."
She won a headmaster's award for that. Unsurprisingly. Proud mummy!
That's lovely! She's obviously inherited your writing gene!
Posted by: Liz | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 10:23 PM
She has her mom's knack with the words.
Posted by: just a girl | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 02:31 AM
(I always blame the parent!)
That is truly fantastic.
But may I suggest you need to lock the medicine cabinet in future....
Posted by: Grak | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 09:00 AM
I have to go back to the Lakes again.
Posted by: Trepid Explorer | Sunday, April 26, 2009 at 08:24 AM
She's a clever girl - just like her Mum. That is beautiful writing.
I'll take that to the Highlands with me next month.
Posted by: Phoenix | Sunday, April 26, 2009 at 11:31 AM