This happens when we write outside the classroom: Pure magic! Well done, year 5 and 6 students. These texts were written at our beach days in Shakespear Regional Park.

The sparkles in the glistening, glittering, gleaming sea caught my attention.The cool, freezing, crashing, splashing sea was blue in colour, but was swelling happily.The shell’s rough, energizing surface was so fun and slippery.A cicada chorus was chirping in unison, breath taking and wonderous.The crystal clear ocean had hunting birds focusing on the lush, squishy shells.

By Jeena, Szofia, Sarah’s group

 

As the waves crashed and bashed against me, it summoned shells onto the beach. I felt something as the waves reached my legs. They were slapping lazily against the sandy shore.

By Emmy, Big Q, Jesse and Oliver’s group

 

Go explore Shakespear. Visit the ice cold water on a hot summer’s day. Experience the rough waves in the strong, bubbly water. Have fun in the prickly grass and listen to shrill bird sounds. There is sharp, but soft sand to relax on and enjoy the sounds.

By Georgia, Toby, Ruby and Bella’s group

 

The grass sweeps aside, as the whistling wind blows. My toes are numb from the foaming, rough waves. The warm sand comforts my numb toes.

By Millie, Alfie, Connor, Cooper and Kyah’s group

 

The glistening sea rubbed against my toes. The colourful shells lay at the edge of the shore, waiting to be taken in by the sea.

Lakshmi, Phoebe, Ella, Lincoln, Sarah’s group

 

The revitalising water is invigorating me. The prickly grass hurts, when I step on it. I was buried in the damp, cold sand. The mini tsunami hit my feet, as I shivered in the icy cold water. The scalding sun burned my feet, whilst I was walking on the sand.

By Udo, Michaela, Jess, Aiden (I think), TC, SH’s group

 

Sweeping, translucent shells are scattered around the curving shoreline. Those shells were cast up by the waves that are now lapping lazily against the sandy shore.

Maybe group 2?

 

Shakespear Park has shimmering waves and water. The foamy, rough, ice cold water makes me gasp, as a wave gives me a hug. The grass irritates us, as we stride towards the crunching of shells and waves.

By Megan, Aiden, Demi, Charlene, Almeer’s group

 

Beautiful beaches are gleaming in the hot summer sun. Vibrant green grass surrounds us. Shimmering waves lap onto the bright beach.

No name on worksheet group – sorry guys!

 

The sand was thin and soft. It felt like standing on solid air. Shakespear is a glorious place to stare at and enjoy the view of Rangitoto and Auckland city. The balmy breeze is caressing my skin and the sharp shells clitter and clutter under our feet. The ocean laps and ripples over the dust like sand.

By Macy and Eli’s group

 

The pukekos are dashing through the long grass. The trees are growing in this magical forest. Majestic and beautiful the beach lies, where puhutakawa trees are growing like a magical forest. It’s so peaceful here, you should come!

By team 1 – no names, sorry guys

 

As I arrive at Shakespear Regional Park, I see the beautiful trees and flax. As I walk along the sand, I see the sparkling, glooming, refreshing sea. It feels like I am right at home. At Shakespear I always see all types of birds, when I go on a trail here, like tuis, fantails and pukekos. There is no place I’d rather be.

By “The native squad” – whatever that means!

 

The glistening water was shining brightly in the blistering sun, as the people were sunbathing on the soft, sandy beach. The view went on for miles. Everyone was swimming in the clear water with a view of the city.

By Sophie, Keertan, William, Deon and Isabelle’s group

 

The sun shone down on the glistening water. The water was making huge swells, as it washed up on the shore. Your feet sink into the mushy sand, as you step onto it. When you step into the water, you get a chill up your spine, as jelly fish surround you.

By Alex, Nate, Sophie, Hunter, Connor

 

As we look out to the amazing view of Rangitoto and the city, the blue wate is so translucent and glimmering that you wish you were in it.

The glistening waves make much noise, while blinding you. The sand goes between your toes and gives you a tickle.

Group 5 – no names, sorry guys!

Walking into the place and hearing parrots on those wonderful trees is so neat. When I look straight, there is glimmering sand and shining, colourful shells.

Group 2 – no names, sorry guys!

 

The dotterels are protecting their precious eggs. The sand is crumbling like a cookie, as we are crushing shells under our feet. My feet skim the soft, smooth rocks on the silent, calm beach. I can feel the swift breeze go across my red, rosy cheeks. The emerald waves crash on the sandy, smooth shore. The gigantic cliffs shadow the sandy shore and the pearly ocean. The transparent worm wiggles around in the silky soft sand. The dazzling shells glimmer in the scorching hot sun.

By Nora, Alexie, Frey, Carlos’ group

 

I see flax bushes swaying gracefully in the wind. My whole body is caked in sand and the wind is flowing past my face.

Group 2 – no names, sorry guys!

Sea gulls are gently drifting on the wave. The forest of seaweed is hiding tiny creatures. Hitting the ice cold water makes me gasp.

By group 4 – no names, sorry!!

 

The shells look like clouds that have been frozen. The damp sand cools me down pleasantly. There are dainty, fragile shells and gritty sand between my toes.

By group 1 – no names, so sorry!!