The final celebrations of the term ...
So here are some final pieces of work to share and celebrate.
Ava G's poem
Year R Sydney's Rainbow
Year R Austin's Scavenger Hunt
Elders celebrations are shown below as pictures.
The daffodils reminded me of the poem by Wordsworth and then I reflected on how apt the first few lines of the poem are today:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
How cheering it is to see these daffodils as we sit in isolation or when we take our daily walk!