Mr. Perry's 6th grade Lanugage Arts classes recently completed a writing assignment where they were to 'show, not tell' a story about capturing the perfect picture. For example, instead of saying that it was cold outside, you might say that you could see your breath as you counted the icicles hanging from the roof. An excellent exercise for developing writers.
Below are several selections from our outstanding Salem 6th graders.
The Extraordinary Elephants by Emily S.
As I glanced through the forest, I noticed a pair of magnificent creatures, convincing me to seize my camera from my bag. As I squatted down to the ground, the mature elephant decided to wrap its trunk around the younger elephant in order to make sure she did not run away. The trees swayed from side to side, making the scene peaceful, and enjoyable. As I crouched into the exact spot to shoot, I clicked the button, capturing a moment for all to enjoy.
The Joy of Running by Isaac R.
The patient cameraman zipped open his tent and moved to the hill to set up. He carefully pulled out the camera and secured it on the stand. Then he sat to wait in the warm morning sun. Under the late afternoon sun, he sat up as a coalition of cheetahs came running by and he snapped a picture. The cheetah had the golden rays of the sun glinting off its fur like a crystal under a heavy light. The king of the savanna's running forward close to 75 miles an hour. You could tell by the expression on the cheetah's face it was pure joy to run. Its face had a smile bright as the sun, but there was still darkness lurking, lurking, hiding. Then just as it came, it zoomed by and the precious moment was gone.
Perfect Picture by Anna W.
As I drive through the safari in my Jeep, looking for a perfect picture, I stop the car. Three majestic giraffes eat from a tree and start walking over to me. This would be the perfect shot. The sun setting, the trees blowing in the background. I quickly hop out of the car and angle my camera. I take 3 shots of these majestic animals. As I admire the giraffes, their spots, their dark eyes, and their scratched up hooves, they start to walk away. The wind flows through the orange colored grass, and I look up at the multi-colored sky and marvel at it. As I look at the shot I captured, I smile. I'm very proud of it. The camera caught the sky, the green trees, the orange grass, and every detail on the gorgeous giraffe's skin.
The Beautiful Animal by Caleb L.
As I lay behind the grass I listen for the soft pit pat of the gemsbok, but suddenly I hear it. It sounds almost as if it is playing a beautiful song. The horns of the immaculate beast appear tall as through they are trying to touch the sky. The humdrum grass that surrounds the creature looks as it if is telling a story from the past. The face appears to a ripped up black mask. The tail of the beast is jet black and looks to be a western duster. As I'm wishing to myself for the animal to slow down and not come closer, but finally I toughen up and take the picture. It's beautiful I say to myself as I look at my camera.
A Great Kingdom by Ethan A.
The dusty air fills the savanna with a deep haze. The yellow giraffes munch on the fuzzy, tan trees. The sun is just barely looking over the haze, like a child peeking at the cookie jar on the counter. The trees wave in the cool breeze as the birds call to each other. I see the lions in the distance prowling for a bite to eat. Bundles of brush walk across the long plain of grass. I see the vast forests past this heavenly sanctuary. The lush forest surrounds the Savanna like a great wall that protects a kingdom inside.
The Perfect Picture by Rylee R.
I adjusted my lens to get the absolute perfect angle. I felt the hot breeze on my face. Petrified, I could see the giraffe coming closer. "Please don't come closer, please don't come closer," I mumbled to myself. I was hoping to get a good picture. I could smell the scent of the giraffe as it boldly started to walk up to me. I thought to myself, everyone has a calling and this is mine. The giraffe stopped and slowly crept nearer. I was so nervous my heart was pounding. Oh no! I said softly as it continued its approach with every soft, gentle step. It started leaving but scraping its feet back like a wild animal getting ready to charge. My fear didn't take over. I steadied the camera. Click. The perfect picture was captured.