The new class room

I hear the SWISH swash as the builder brushes the building. 

I hear a saw or something sharpening. 

The building looks like a tangle of wool.

I hear a CLUNK CLUNK!!! as the hammer puts nails in. 

There are loads of different sounds like layers.

The sounds when he hammers it echos. 

The building kinda looks like a wooden maze. 

I also see the builder painting the building softly and nicely. 

As the builders hammer I feel the dust swish past my face.

BANG goes the hammer. 

Sometimes when they stop hammering .

Our new classroom.

W.A.L.T 

Use interesting words to describe.

The word I like best in my poem is SWISH swash.

A word I really liked in Stella  poem was I hear the nail gun banging on the walls like fireworks.