For online learning Sonny practiced writing an acrostic poem. "I I looked outside and we have heaps of trees on our land. 'Tree' was my word for the poem."
Tree:
Tall and green.
Reaches for the sky.
Everyday shade.
Everyone can climb.
By Sonny
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