Wiersze naszych uczniów
Oto wiersze napisane w języku angielskim przez Waszych kolegów i koleżanki w konkursie. Wszyscy laureaci otrzymali nagrody za swoją twórczość :) Miłej lektury :D.
Poem
I'm interested in everything around.
Games, computer and school.
It isn't this bad.
But you have to learn every day.
Damian Jaworski, kl. II b
Poem
My mum is beautiful
My dad is cool
My sister is funny
I love eating honey
I have two nice dogs
I scared big green frogs
Wiktoria Kosowicz, kl. II b
What's in my room
There's a desk near the door.
There's a plant on the floor.
There's a car near the ball.
There's a clock on the wall.
Dariusz Pachucki, kl. VI b
Night
I go to my bed,
and I must sleep.
But my walls are red,
they won't let me dream.
I'm counting the sheep,
and drinking hot milk.
I want eat some crisps,
but mum will see me.
My mum look at me,
and says quite loudly:
"It's midnight my dear,
why are you not sleep?"
I cannot sleep,
the walls won't let me.
But you know what, mum?
I'm tired now.
Emil Milewski, kl. VI c
Poem
Every mother has overtime
Needlewoman
Laundress
Servant maid
Teaching assistant
Solicitor
Financier
Friend
Or pal
Cook
Mother has each faculty as
an ace up her sleeve
She's like an oracle
Decides about everything
And as payment and salary
She gets kisses
Katarzyna Pawłowicz, kl. VI c
Wszystkim laureatom jeszcze raz gratuluję. :D
Oto wiersze napisane w języku angielskim przez Waszych kolegów i koleżanki w konkursie. Wszyscy laureaci otrzymali nagrody za swoją twórczość :) Miłej lektury :D.
Poem
I'm interested in everything around.
Games, computer and school.
It isn't this bad.
But you have to learn every day.
Damian Jaworski, kl. II b
Poem
My mum is beautiful
My dad is cool
My sister is funny
I love eating honey
I have two nice dogs
I scared big green frogs
Wiktoria Kosowicz, kl. II b
What's in my room
There's a desk near the door.
There's a plant on the floor.
There's a car near the ball.
There's a clock on the wall.
Dariusz Pachucki, kl. VI b
Night
I go to my bed,
and I must sleep.
But my walls are red,
they won't let me dream.
I'm counting the sheep,
and drinking hot milk.
I want eat some crisps,
but mum will see me.
My mum look at me,
and says quite loudly:
"It's midnight my dear,
why are you not sleep?"
I cannot sleep,
the walls won't let me.
But you know what, mum?
I'm tired now.
Emil Milewski, kl. VI c
Poem
Every mother has overtime
Needlewoman
Laundress
Servant maid
Teaching assistant
Solicitor
Financier
Friend
Or pal
Cook
Mother has each faculty as
an ace up her sleeve
She's like an oracle
Decides about everything
And as payment and salary
She gets kisses
Katarzyna Pawłowicz, kl. VI c
Wszystkim laureatom jeszcze raz gratuluję. :D
Komentarze
Prześlij komentarz