I gave you all a challenge today.
We looked at William Wordsworth's famous poem about Daffodils and then I asked you all to write using the same metre and rhyme. Here is one of the finished pieces. Allonby I wandered over to the shore As all the waves crashed on my thighs And what a special sight I saw A sunset scoring bright the sky The view was gorgeous in my sight That special day was a delight Jamie Turnbu How did you come to school?
“I rode on a whale’s fin,” said Flynn “I rode on a bee,” said Nicky-Lee “I rode on a cheetah,” said Mason The teacher said, “You must hasten.” “I rode on a bear,” said Clare. “I flew in a plane,” said Lorraine. “I rode on a bat bike,” said Leo Beales “Big and black with massive wheels.” “I rode on a crocodile,” said Cori “Honest, It’s not a story.” “I rode in a limo,” said Josh “Isn’t that posh.” “I came in a car,” said Charlotte, “The colour of scarlet.” “I rode on a lion,” said Amy Bird “With the loudest roar you ever heard.” “I rode on an army tank,” said Hayden “With missiles and guns, all heavy laden. “And did you hear about Jack?” “He also rode on a cheetah’s back.” For this session I used a poem called 'How did you come to school?' by John Foster. The children then wrote their own version of the poem using their names instead of the names in the original poem.
Working together to use our great words to write a woodland poem. Finally we rehearse our poems to recite them in front of the Headteacher and the other children. About the Woods
Old bendy tree branches, Dead dark flowers, Spiky shades of green plants Hard bumpy moss And the distant sounds of traffic like the sea Stanley and Fletcher The Poem about the Woods Lumpy, bumpy bark, Spiky brown branches Ivy, shades of green climbing around Delicate, dried out old leaves Snowdrops like lanterns hanging down Dead tree, easy to break Zia, Deacon and Kia The Wonderful Tree Ivy climbing round us Like we are trees Muddy bark needs a bath Snowdrop flowers like snow Cold touch of wind on my face McKenzie and Harvey The Tree Hunt A tree, like a fallen star Bee wing snowdrops Bark splashed with moss paint Dull, dry leaves Cold touch of the wind on my face Sticky mud Voices like the sea Harrison and Connor |
Natalie BurnsAn exciting project with ten Maryport schools Archives
April 2014
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