Descriptive Writing

In Room 8 we have been analysing, annotating and writing our own setting descriptions. We have created our own sunset artwork and written a short description about our art. Can you spot our strong verbs? Miss Osborn will have our writing and art up to view next term.

The bare, black trees stand tall around the night sky. A tiny flying Blackbird soars around the sinking sun. Colours of deep blue, blushing red and flaming orange surround the falling fireball.

By Hannah Eade

A lifeless tree lost its only dark leaf as it quivered down to the ground. The sky slowly changed its colours across the misty blue blanket. The bright sun shone vibrantly as it faded to the next hemisphere of the world. The tree looked like it was dusted in black dirt. 

By Cody Laffey

The orange, red and yellow fireball is sinking down and is as bright as a light bulb. Lots of colours mix in to the night sky. The black tree remains in the darkness, standing tall like a soldier, waiting in front of the sunken sun.

By Maecy Neely

Two old, monstrous, black trees stood still while the bright, yellow sun lay low. A blushing pink and purple blanket covered the sky. Blackbirds started to sing sweet songs. The two tiny, tweeting birds nestled in the dark, leafless trees.   

By Marissa Adendorff

The bare, black trees sit there while two brown bunnies gaze at the vivid sun that is dropping in the horizon. The tree looks like a silhouette. Three birds sit on its branches singing to the late afternoon sun.

By Seb Lovett

In the autumn breeze, Hawks circle the fading sky. Tiny little birds find mud and sticks to build their nests so they can snuggle up to find warmth. As the sun drops they disappear into the darkness. 

By Tysharna Rosewarne

There are birds flying around and some are sitting on the trees. Branches are trying to grab the sky. The sky is yellow, orange, red and blue because the sun is going down. 

By Te Amohanga Mackie

One humungous Hawk circled the bright yellow sun in the horizon. The blushing, dark purple sky was as pretty as a monarch butterfly. Old, leafless trees sat in front of the burning fireball. 

By Jacob Begg

Two old, black trees sit far away from the ball of fire that is about to start its next journey. Deep purple and blushing pink orbit the dark objects lying on the ground. Swirls of yellow and orange form together and a little cat sits calmly on the ground.  

By Alex Hart

Yellow, orange, red and blue melt together as the bare trees and the beautiful cat stand in the middle silently. The miniature sun sunk down in the horizon. The leafless tree is still but straight, lots of wonky branches clutch the thick trunk.    

By Brooke Leith

A pearly white sun with a glimpse of yellow peered at the leafless tree. A kitten hid under the branches that were as sharp as knives. The mix of colours turned dark as the sun fell asleep like a baby.

By Hannah Price

Shimmering, glowing lights sunk into the horizon. The navy blue with red and yellow sky is fierce. The giant trees flow with the branches that are lying softly in the bright night sky.

Emma Gilbert

The yellow sun burst in to flames. The dead trees wind away in the darkness. The windy sky blew the bare trees. Dusk is slowly breaking through the afternoon sky.

By Deacon Kynan-Wilde

The glistening fireball shone bright. The rabbits stared at the dark night sky. As the sun shone like fire, the tree waved in the swaying wind. The bloody sky made lightning.

By Logan Wolferstan

Dark black trees stand still in the night sky. The sun is sinking behind the orange, red and blue sky. Long branches lead into tall, dark trees. The yellow is fading behind the other colours.  

By Lucy Griffin

The dark old wavy trees sit on the shady ground. The orange sun slowly falls down and the sky transforms into a black, misty night. The sun finally disappears behind the mountains.     

By Connor Gilliland

A glowing fireball sinks into the red and orange sky. As the brown Woodpecker pecks the bark skyscraper, the miniature bird patiently floated.    

By Molly Henderson

The centre of the sun is yellow and the fiery outside is orange. The dark, wavy and tall tree stands by the sinking sun. The sky is mixed together like a cake mix. The bird glides over the hot, burning sun.

By Luka Peters

The angel white sun bloomed with colours. Leafless, lonely and rotting trees were a silhouette. Birds flew around the shimmering sun. Red and yellow, orange and blue stole the afternoon sky.

By Jake Green

The sun is setting and you can see a bird’s shadow. The bird is falling to landing on the tree. The sun is glistening in the sky.

By Sam Harland

The slow sun sat nicely up in the afternoon sky and it is gently dropping down. The sky is gleaming. The broken, old, branchy tree sat near the blazing sun.

By Maddison Excell