A place remembered

We had to write a description of our bedroom . We had to use no pronouns. Here is mine!

The first thing you can see is the messy bed with the covers flung back. Singing can always be heard. A closet is built into the walls, it is full of toys. Up against a wall is a white wooden cot with toys and blankets in it. On the window there are dark long and purple curtains. There is a white wooden draw full of book. In the corner of the room is a grey TV.

Looker on poem

In He Puna Kawnga we have been learning to write descriptions. 
To write description you have to be good at noticing, observing and wondering. We went around the school doing this then wrote poems inspired by Frank Kendon´s the looker on. Here is my poem.