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How wonderful it would be to get permission for your class to plant a tree in the school grounds, one which you would then be responsible to nurture (look after)!
Write a formal letter of ± 100 words to your headmaster requesting permission to do just that!
Take note of the correct format:
Ainsville
7150
25 May 2003
The Headmaster
Ainsville High School
PO Box 438
Ainsville
7150
Dear Mr Graham
Tree Planting
(Introduction: your purpose for writing)
(Body: reasons and support for your letter)
(Conclusion: a positive ending)
Yours faithfully
(Ms) S. Petersen
Consult the functional writing grid by which your diary entry was assessed – it will apply here too.
Proof read and edit your rough draft now. (Hand in the rough draft with the final copy.)
By now you have probably received permission to plant a tree. As a class, make a list of all that needs to be done to plant and to maintain a tree. Consider the following points:
will have to devise a roster . The duties of planting and caring for your tree should be divided amongst all your classmates. This will ensure that it receives the best care in order for it to grow into a big, strong, healthy specimen. A tree is a good reminder of the passing of time.
(Include clearing litter from the area around your tree as a duty.)
DATE | NAME | DUTY |
It is exactly this (as depicted by the graph) - the pursuit of money - that causes us to lose sight of that which is more essential than money: a faith in the quality of life. Discuss this briefly in your group.
Where are all my Christmas trees?
…April, May, June, July
August, September, October, November –
December!
Nine long months still to dream of
silver balls and tinsel,
little lambs and the magi
bringing to life the miracle of the nativity.
Was it so long ago that we
swept up the pine needles?
The whispering pines is where I’ll go
to breathe in the Christmas feel,
to roll on matted needle covers
and rest, staring where they point –
where infinite dreams and hopes are sent.
A grating, rasping, sawing fills my ears
and round the bend –
a massacre.
They’re gone and going . . .
My stream of tears
splatters off the fallen board
‘Phase One: Whispering Pines, exclusive
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