Congratulations to Cole who is Opal Class’ Star Writer! Have a read of his amazing ‘Coming Home’ piece.
Coming Home by Cole
Snowy, cold, frozen – I need to get home before she notices I’m not there. The cold weather makes me blind and lost. I will get home, I will. On the outside, I feel cold but on the inside, I feel brave and determined. The snow on the floor is like a thick blanket.
I set off on the long journey to try and get home. If I wouldn’t have come over here, if I never went hunting, if I don’t get home, then I might die. In the cold, the huge mountains are like giant boulders that almost hit me. The snow hits me like rocks on my red breast.
The rain wets me but I’m so tired. I need to rest, need to rest. I dream, dream of home. I wake up. My throat is dry and I need some water. I went to the closest river where I drink some water and ‘oh my’… a HAWK! He tries to eat me as I sip the freezing, clear, cold water. I fly away rapidly. And the blizzard hits me in the face, hits me like a hard slap in the face. In the distance, I see a flock of birds who are persuading me to follow them.
I follow them until I meet the raging sea. I’m being battered; the wind is pushing me from side to side. I spot a boat and try to land on it. The boat is being punished by the sea. Suddenly, a wave knocks me out and all I see next is two big hands and two big feet then black…
Snug, warm, cosy – I wake up in the fisherman’s box. Kindly, the fisherman feeds me raisins. I flap and flutter my delicate wings – I have to be on my way. The more I think about home, the more fast I go. Happily, I see my town. I get butterflies in my stomach. In the distance, I see a mince pie so I fly to it but she’s not there. So I call for her and she comes. She asks me, “What took you so long”? And I said, “This and that”.