Statement of intent: I am going to write a creative writing piece describing my Grandparents Farm on a winter morning.  I want to show how beautiful the valley is by using different types of language features and also the 5 senses (touch, taste, see, hear and smell.).  My narrator is like an invisible person being able to feel, touch, see and hear the scene but not actually affecting it.  

It is the beginning of winter, a chilly morning on the farm.   The sun wakes, its rays embracing the mountains and fields while slowly creeping over the horizon attempting to thaw the fresh coat of frost that is getting bolder with every passing day, creeping down the powdered summit into the valley below. 

Listen……  It is the long profound blast of the train horn as it rumbles past, its volume creating earthquake-like tremors in the ground below.  The tracks rattling and groaning as it rumbles past. It is the frigid gale whistling through the pines, making them shudder and shake in the everlasting winds, trying to dance away the cold.  Listen…… to the sound of the children finally awakening from their slumber, they bounce out of bed as Mum call’s “who wants hot chocolate?”. Listen….. to the sheep baaing as they arise from their delicate trance-like sleep.  Hear the old farmhouse creak as it sways in the wind, growing accustomed to its old age.

It is Sunday morning.  The thin rays of the sun are now glimmering beams as the sun gets higher and higher in the sky, reaching out to caress the ground below.  Boundless light covers the valley as the birds in the trees gaze over the farm below, eyeing the array of scattering sheep warily. The frolicking lambs jump and skip through the early morning dew, without a care in the world.   The lush green grass making a great play area for the new arrivals. The brave lambs seek out new territory trying to find a hole in the fence. Grandad stomps around in the frost checking on his sheep, creating footprints on the blank canvas.  He eyes the grey rain clouds above warily, as they prowl across the sky drifting along with the wind, looking like they are about to burst and unleash their wrath on anyone below. The rest of the family sit watching from the warmth inside, nestled together with hot chocolates glad they are not outside as well.   “Anyone for round 2?” Grandma asks as Mum rolls her eyes. All the children leap up eagerly shouting “yes please” overflowing with excitement and thrill as Mum would never in a million years let them have another mug. 

Look now…… the sunrise causes the sky to burst with reds, oranges and yellows a nice contrast to the brown leaves outside, which are carelessly blowing in the dying wind.  They flirt dangerously with the frost daring it to come and get them as it melts, the day becoming warmer and warmer. The few unfallen leaves that remain on the trees watch with interest over the scene below but still clutch onto the branches in fear of letting go. 

It is midday as the children finally decide to venture outside, tummies full and wrapped up warmly as the rain clouds surprisingly have passed and the wind permanently departs.  They join their grandfather with clear skies above eager to help him move the sheep, the sun now high in the sky.

And then you feel the warmth of the sun as the whole family goes about their day on the farm….