Even More Olympic Poems

100 m by Josh NB

Bang went the gun

He’s got to go for gold

So he can remember something

Something till he’s old

He’s got to get it together

Or he will lose the race

He is running as quick as lighting

He’s going to lose his place

He’s in the lead again

Oh no he’s going to get caught

But he’s not letting that happen

After all that work and thought

He just finished the race

He just finished first place

Yay yay the crowd cheers

A smile beams on his face

Usain Bolt by Will W & Will R

 

Faster than fast

He would never come last

Shot past the line

With plenty of time.

 

Confidence is high

So you really need to try

He’s the man permanently sold

On coming home with a medal of gold.

 

Usain Bolt

Will never halt

And will carry on all the way.

 

Steve Redgrave by Elias

Medal winner,

Certificate pinner,

Outstanding rower,

Confident glower,

Extremely fast,

Through water he blasts,

Olympic hero,

Never leaves with zero,

Long trainer,

Record gainer,

Famous as Nero,

MY  HERO!!!

 

All good things come to those who wait – Letters from Kafuro

On Thursday we were visited by Johan & Peter Welsh, who gave a presentation to the Lower School before giving a talk to the whole school at assembly time. They had brought back with them a short film about Kafuro which the children will watch one day during assembly time. They also brought back replies to letters that the children had written two years ago when they were in Class BG. There was a great deal of excitement when the letters were handed out and the children look forward to sending replies when Mr Stanley goes out to Kafuro at the end of July. PDFs of the letters are attached below.

Letter to Korban

letter to Abi E

Letter to Jake

Letter to Susie

Letter to Will R

Letter to Abi P

Letter to Harry

Letter to Charlotte

Letter to Susie 2

Letter to John

Letter to Will W

Letter to Jake 2

 

Poetry – The Woods

This week in literacy we have been looking at a a range of poems about woods, all with different rhyming patterns. We have also investigated simile, metaphor, alliteration and assonance, personification and onomatopoeia.

We gathered together a stockpot of words, then we drafted poems and checked them with our response partners before producing the final poems. Here’s the first few with more to follow.

Elyse

Dark Woods

I stumble through the darkening forest

Mist lingers in the eerie gloom

Shadows watch my every foot step

Cast down by the ghostly full moon

 

I feel my heart pounding in my chest

Gnarled roots block my every path

Silence pins me down like daggers

Encouraged by a monstrous laugh

 

Tall trees tower above me

Like long crooked hands

Creaking in the howling wind

Giants from faraway lands.

 

Lily

The Wood

I walk through the wood in a breeze

The frost biting my fingers

With freezing achy knees.

 

The creepy shadows chasing me

I scream and scream but no one can hear

I sand a still as a statue but I want to flee.

 

Scaring myself half to death

My heart pounding furiously

Trying to catch my breath.

 

I walk through a forbidden area

I step on a twig, CRACK!

The foul owl is just making it scarier.

 

Katie

Walking through the wood

 

I stagger through the foggy wood

Not able to see through the pitch black night

I’m longing to be snuggled in my bed

Than having this horrible fright

 

The towering trees are odd figures

Reaching out to hold me back

Dark shadows follow my every move

Trying to push me off the track.

 

Snap, creak, there’s something near

I don’t dare to look behind me

An awful stench fills my nose with coal

Right now I feel like I want to flee.

 

The moon above me gives me an icy glare

Just like it thinks I’m bad

Terrible trenches lie ahead

Right now I don’t feel like being sad.

Will R

The Woods.

Walking through the wood at night

The eerie trees watch me

Giving me a fright.

 

It’s like walking through a ghost town

Every step is like a bomb going off

I’m only in my gown.

 

Crick crack as I go over the bridge

I hope it doesn’t break

It is as cold as a fridge.

 

Madeline

The way through the woods

I walk through the creepy trees

And branches try to grab me

And things doing evil deeds

It is as if I’m blind, but they can see

 

Something claps,

I spin around

I see nothing, not even some trees

And I can’t hear a sound

 

Horrid hands hold my hair,

I look to see,

And as I do, my T-Shirt tears

But it is just a tree.

 

The awful noises make me scream

I fall to the ground

I want it to be a dream,

And I cower as the noises pound

 

Elias

The Wood Poem.

I’m in a freaky forest, trees are trying to grab me,

The leaves are crunching on the ground,

As quiet as ants swiftly striding,

I am nowhere to be found.

 

I tiptoe carefully across the mulching muddy floor,

Doom has caught me in a sack,

As scary as a clown in a circus,

It has all turned pitch BLACK!

 

Bushes rustle like they are alive!

The moon has a funnily luminous light,

Twigs explode like deadly dynamite, BANG!

I am bound to get a fright…………………….(cliffhanger)

Emily

The Wood

As I walk along the forest path

The night closes around me

Mysterious eyes watching every step I take

Shadows dashing in between trees

 

The wind howls like a wolf

And fear makes you want to flee

Hearing sounds that give me a fright

And the frost bites my knees

 

I stumble out the woods

Running as quick as I can

Terrified to look back

Not having any time to think of a plan

John

The Dark Woods

Stumbling through the shadows of the Dark Woods

The moon tries to show me the path

But the trees cover me, a gnarled hood

 

The eerie trees are too spine-chilling

So I look to the skies, as dark as coal,

I think that this could be a movie, quite thrilling

 

I know I cannot linger

Surrounded by the terrible trees

With the frost eating me away, finger by frozen finger

 

The trees creaking in the darkness

I creep through the clearing leaves rustling under my feet

With eyes staring out at me, heartless

Will W

The way through the woods

I walk along the dirty path

In the woods at night

The freaky trees are coming closer

Which give me a fright.

 

The icy wind freezes my fingers

And also my toes

The foul owl is sitting silently

Now the frost is freezing my nose.

 

The creepy creatures are casting shadows

I can now hear a crunch

But I want to go home now

I WANT MY LUNCH!!!

Jake

The dark Woods

I run alone in the damaged road

I scuttle under a tree like mice

Every step crunching twigs

My hands are cold as ice.

 

Scratch, squeal, beware the bats

I swim in a river like when I go to the Taro

The crack crackling as dead trees fall

And foxes go to their burrows.

 

The swaying trees stalk me

And shadows are in shapes like oblongs

The thorns prickle me

As I stroll along.

 

Cameron

The wood

Frozen darkness with eyes of despair

Surrounding you from every direction

Picking on you with sharp spiky thorns

Choosing you for an ominous election

 

Trees throwing down twigs of dynamite

Flowers planting mines instead of seeds

A snake covered path for you to follow

Getting you to do dark deeds

 

Hide yourself under some shadows

Shadows grab you like shadow covered quick sand

Getting dragged down to your dark death

Waiting for a good shadow to give you a hand

 

There’s no way out of this dark wood

It’s dreaded hands blocking all ways out

Trees that look at you with fiery eyes

The dark wood dark and dead without a doubt

 

It’s a never ending path like walking around a dark world

 

Eve

The wood

As I enter my way

Through the dark and misty wood

I hear the haunting sway

 

I start to get an unknown feeling

The cold and dark one,

“You have me on my knees kneeling!”

 

I start to walk further and further

I feel a piercing dagger making its way in,

Like I’m being murdered

 

I start to run as fast as I can

I trip over a twig pulling me

I want to be picked up by a van

 

Then I start to make my way out

I run faster and faster,

And as soon as I do I SHOUT!

Alex M

The way through the woods

 

I walk in the misty wood,

At seven hours past noon

Tossing and turning around icy trees

I’m expecting some gloom.

 

The trees with moss on,

Look like some doom

Trudging through the muddy path,

Leaves some shadows from the moon.

 

When the air is like a freezer,

I see a big black bat

It comes swooping towards me

Almost knocking me flat.

Ancient Greek Non – Chronological Report: Will W

 

Ancient Olympic Games

 

The Olympic games are the oldest and most important competition of all.

The first Olympic games were in 776BC. They took place in Olympia every 4 years. Read on to find out more.

 

Events

There was running, wrestling, boxing, chariot racing and horse racing. In a pentathlon the events were running, wrestling, jumping, discus, and javelin throwing. These were played in honour of Zeus.

 

Prizes

The prizes were given on the fifth day of the games. They were presented with an olive wreath, palm branches and woollen ribbons.

 

Nudity

When the men competed in their events they played naked. They did this because in Greece it is really hot so they decided to do it naked.

 

Women

Women were not aloud to compete in the Olympic games and married women were not even aloud to go near Olympia during the Olympics. There was a separate festival for the women called Heria, this was held every 4 years in honour of the goddess Hera This included girls of different ages.

Modern Olympics

The ancient Olympic games ended in AD 395 when Olympia was destroyed by very violent earthquakes. In AD 1896 a Frenchman was inspired by the ancient Olympics and organised the first Olympic games.

Theseus & the Minotaur – The Dance

This term in dance we have been looking at Theseus and the Minotaur. Each week we have created, practised and evaluated a different part of the dance, then today we put it all together and performed it as a whole.

There are six scenes to the dance:
1) King Aegeus choosing the victims for the Minotaur
2) The journey across the sea to Crete
3) Entering the labyrinth
4) Fighting the Minotaur
5) Exiting the labyrinth and leaving Ariadne on Naxos
6) Returning home and the suicide of Aegeus.

The children worked in four groups:
1) Alex M, Oliver, Alex C, Jack, Josh NB, Elias and Cameron
2) Elyse, Katie, Lily, Kirsten, Charlotte, Susie, Abi E and Abi P
3) Will R, Will C, Will W, James, Ben, Harry, Korban and Jake
4) John, Emma, Madeleine, Lucy, Eve, Josh F, Georgina and Emily

All files can be played with Quicktime

Theseus & the Minotaur Group 1
Theseus & the Minotaur Group 2
Theseus & The Minotaur Group 3
Theseus & the Minotaur Group 4

Will W’s Sand Fairy description

The sand fairy

Rummaging through the sand, the sand fairy wakes up with his bold black eyes opening. His first sight is the sandy caves he lives in. He smells horrible; it was like rotten lavender and sick. Slowly, the sand fairy moves through the sandy caves out into the open. He looks quite small wrinkly, furry and cute. The sand fairy sounds quite smooth and quiet when he walks or even moves. He feels quite fury and obviously like sand. The sand fairy can grant you wishes. He also looks quite brown with little bits of white on him. Inside the caves, the sand fairy waits for his next customer to find him.