Saturday, 9 December 2006

Shipwrecked!

Here are some examples of the work the children have produced when asked to create a piece of descriptive writing using the title 'Shipwrecked'. They spent time planning to create their own 'word pool' to dip into and have so far just written the first part of chapter one.

Shipwrecked by Riece

As I lay there I struggled to remember exactly what had happened. I remember the waves pouncing angrily as if they were reaching up to grab me. They were freezing cold and sounded like thunder crashing.

The wind was whistling crazily and was hitting the ship with strong loud gusts. Our ship bounced menacingly as the sea was racing like a roaring Jaguar. Lightening struck like sheets of glass falling, it helped light up the darkness of the ship. I felt terrified and I could taste the fear. The deafening, cracking of the mast falling is the last thing I remember.

Now as the sun beams down on my back the scorching heat burns my body. My dry mouth is made worse as I spit out the gritty sand. My whole body hurts, as I turn to see huge rocks like meteors glistening in the sun. Seagulls in their groups squawk above. I need a drink, all this sea and no drinking water. My stomach painfully grumbles. All I can hope for is help to come soon.


Shipwrecked by Abbie

The water touched my cheek washing away every grain of sand that had lain on top of me. The midnight sky made the sea seem like a black carpet sweeping across the land.

Seagulls cawing and the waves crashing against the shore could be heard for hours on end. The wind rushing through the leaves creating a rustling sound, like birds scratching through the sky. The rocks had grazed my body hurting me and making my eyes water.

I crawled across the shore looking for food and water. Through my desperate attempts to stand I finally got up on two feet and started to walk slowly and carefully trying not to hurt myself any further than I had already done. My wet clothes weighed me down I decided to take off my T-shirt which was already ruined from the ordeal which I had just encountered.

I had no idea who or what shared the island I had landed on, I just knew I was lucky I had survived, and that I needed to survive further somehow.

The waves lapped quietly against the shore and on the horizon I could see the light creeping up.


Shipwrecked by Joel

I wake from unconsciouness as my eyes behold the majestic ocean with it's waves crashing furiously into the rocks. I feel cold yet the sun is beating down on my back. I feel shivers up my spine as the vast sea lays at my feet like an open book. The bitter taste of salt is stuck on my tongue, icy cold water dripping from my head.

The wind is howling like a hungry wolf around me, the wind's icy fingers creep up on my shoulder as a ghostly sound as their ghostly sound fills the air. The trees are dancing and the sand is flying everywhere as far as the eye can see.

The sea is moving rapidly over the rocks, I see a pile of scrap wood which was once a ship. Torn drenched sails hanging on the scrap wood and a tangle of ropes mingled with the weed.

Suddenly the sun disappears and the worst is yet to come. A flash lights up the sky followed by a rumble like a lion's roar. I feel helpless and defenceless as an uneasy, out of place feeling creeps over me.

I look for shelter behind a rock. The smooth glossy rock makes me feel more comfortable as I hear the earsplitting calls from the seagulls.

My thirst takes the better of me as my mouth dries up. I feel like dying because I may never get home again.


Shipwrecked by Lucy

The waves sweep around me as I lay on the beach, I feel the gritty sand on my face, I hear the sound of seagulls as the hot sun beams down on me.

As I lay there I struggle to remember exactly what happened, I remember the wind howling fiercely as we tried to control the ship. The lightening striking as the the ship crashes into the rocks. Thunder roared as a giant wave sweeps overhead, almost turning the boat over. I remember the sun disappearing behind black, angry clouds. Seagulls screeching as the waves try to reach them.

Iceburgs tore at the bottom of the ship. I remember our starved call for help. We tear through piercing rocks and furious waves. Lightening striking again and again and thunder rumbling loudly.


Shipwrecked by Alycia

The hot sun burned my aching back as I lay on the wet sand after a horrid night. As I move I struggle to remember exactly what had happened. I remember I was at sea in a big storm and loads of rain. I saw rushing waves and heard whistling from the wind and the wild flapping of the sails. As I sailed on in danger the wind was howling in my ear like a wolf in winter. The lightning struck endlessly the thunder punding like ten drums.

When I ended up on the beach I was in pain from hunger and thirst. The seagulls were annoying me but so too were the sand and rocks.


Shipwrecked by Katana

I lay, blinking fiercely, the sun bleaching out my scruffy hair. The heat slapping my face and burning my sand covered cheeks. Soft waves lapped against my feet and hissed gently. An itchy blanket covered me. Sand everywhere! My ears, nose, mouth, toes and even my eyes were covered. Circling seagulls squawk scornfully at my appearance. Crabs crawl cautiously to the now gentle, safe sea. Seaweed drapes across my shoulders like a gentle scarf. The sea cools down my burning body from the beaming sun. It had once been my worst enemy but now it was protecting me from the awful heat. It suddenly occurred to me what had happened......the sound of the gentle sea became rough and as I closed my eyes I remembered.......


Shipwrecked by Thomas

I slowly started to wake. I could taste salt in my mouth. I could feel sweat dripping down my face. Seagulls were squawking as the sun sorched my back. My ship groaned painfully by the rocks. The sea started to rage again, which made me feel extremely tense. Lightening crashed loudly and thunder began to growl.

I pushed myself up from the gritty sand, the island was small like my ship but it seemed much bigger than it had looked. The sea was black and inky as the waves lapped the shore. The seagulls squawked on the rocks waiting for their lunch. The rocks poke out of the sea like teeth.

Sand is glued to my hands and face. I look around, the caves seem like black mazes. There is no signs of life other than me and the gulls. The only noises are the screeching gulls and the sand crunching and sea hissing.

I am not entirely sure how I got here, or what destroyed my ship. The icy frigid wind stabs at me like frozen daggers. My thirst is like an empty dry well that will never be quenched, my hunger unbearable and almost suicidal. The only food I could spot were coconuts, and they were few.

I made my way to the centre of the island as the savage waves smashed the shore. The night slowly crept in. I woke the next morning to find gulls and coconuts gone! There was now only fish I could eat, everything else would probably kill me, but to catch a fish I would most likely have to take my own life. This is a battle for survival.

Tuesday, 21 November 2006

Additional Poems

Winter is......

The Artic circle
An electric shock
A glass world
Ice cold knives
Diamonds glisten on the damp grass
An ice cube
A frozen wasteland

Thomas


How I wish
How I wish I was a pop star
Sitting on heaps of money
Standing in open spaces of a mansion
Singing to millions of people
Travelling around the world in style
Famous footballers for boyfriends
Face all over the news
A face on TV
How I wish I were a pop star
Someway, somehow
Rebecca
My family
My family are great
But my Mums always late
She's never on time but thats fine
My dad strokes the cat and he's really quite fat
My sister goes out and you can always
Hear her shout
As she can't find her shoes
Lucy
Stawberry
Sweet and Juicy
Treats to eat
Ruby red
All nice and sweet
Watery tastes
Blushing berries
Easy to eat like a cherry
Ready and waiting to be bought
Racing round my mind the yummy thought
Yes, strawberries to be eaten!
Lucy
Handbag
I'm brown with buckles and I smell of leather
I'm old and used a lot
Iv'e got thin handles too
How I love being carried around
By my owner to shops , towns, everywhere
I hold lots of things for her
Purse, lipstick and mirror
I feel lonely sometimes when she puts ne down
It's like she no longer needs me
Rachel
Storm
The bright lightening struck
The thunder rumbled loudly
The storm is beginning
Fences torn down vicously
Lives are in danger
The sea is rising
Will it ever end?
Lucy
The Storm
The storm
It rips and tears
It turns and twists and scares
Like a threatening wolf that bites
The storm
Jack

Wednesday, 15 November 2006

Autumn is.....Poems



Autumn is……

A coat of many colours

Tigers moving swiftly

A motionless world of leaves

Flashing colours through blinking eyes

Like the turning pages of a picture book

Crisp apple pie

A rainbow blanket covering every tree

Mountains of golden leaves

The autumn wind carries wisps of fresh air

Autumn ends and it is time for winter

Abbie
Autumn is……

Crispy colourful leaves crowding me

Conkers scattered

Acorns for the squirrels

Flying leaves

Amy
Autumn is……

A palette of rainbow colours

A packet of crisps

Helicopters being shot down by the wind

A colourful whirlwind

A spine chilling season

Leaves twirling down from the trees

Sparkling stars on the grass

Rebecca
Autumn is……

Leaves falling
Conkers shiny
Drifting smoke
Warm and cosy
Crunchy piles
Cold and brisk morings
A painted rainbow
Deep red
Apple Pies
Dark skies
Hot stew
Log fires

Chelsea
Autumn is……

A cold, crispy night

Bonfires burning bright

Yellow and orange

A rainbow of colour

A blanket of foggy mist

A shiver of air

Brown leaves

Golden Willow trees

Chloe
Autumn is……

Leafy, crispy colour

Full and cold

Lots of leaves around me

Lifting off the ground

All the way up in the foggy, cold, crispy

Red and brown leafy sky

Daniel
Autumn is…..

The sound of crackling leaves

An orange blanket in the distance

A warm fire

A freshly baked apple pie

A yellow stream

Happiness

Conkers falling

Crisp brown

The smell of bonfires

Red silence

Danielle
Autumn is……

Autumn is fresh apple pie, topped with Cinnamon
It is a demon’s enemy, glowing like the sun up above
Twisted string embossed chime bars
Orange carpet of glory
Rainbow colour charts, glisten in the sunlight of glamour
The darks opposite
Childrens’ bed of leaves
Crisp orange
Sweet sugar glittering like polished sand grains
Colourful pot-pourri

Danielle
Autumn is……

A palette of paint

A giant’s blanket

A taste of apple pie for tea

An odour of smoke

A flaming dragon, burning the trees

A swirl of crispy leaves

Darcey
Autumn is……

A shiver down your spine

A rainbow of leaves

Crisp

Golden yellow

Red, orange

Roaring wind

A frosted kingdom

Dominique
Autumn is……

Cold frost

Crispy leaves falling from nowhere

Mist through the foggy air

Brown, Orange, Red

Smoke from burning hot bonfires

Another world waiting to be discovered.

Hannah
Autumn is……

The hedgehog

A ghosts blow

An orange land

A red carpet

A silent world

Hibernation

Autumn is calm

A bonfire

A reflection of a forest

Jack
Autumn is……

Autumn is a crispy orange blanket covering the earth

Radiant with many bright colours

Golden helicopters float to the ground

The scent of wheat and Barley

Fruit harvested in the golden light of the sun

The aroma of fire fills the air as the smoke rises

The vivid pumpkins lie on the ground beside a stuffed scarecrow

The leaves expose their veins as they dry
Crisp and hard

I see the warm apple pie waiting for me on the window sill
Joel
Autumn is……

An orange kingdom

A blanket of leaves

Crispy earth

Freshly baked Apple Pie

Ruby, Amber, Tigers Eye

Conkers raining

Hibernation

Silence

Katana
Autumn is……

Autumn is when leaves fall off the trees

Children kick the colourful leaves from the wet ground

They have leaf fights wearing their hats and scarves

Then stay inside and sit by the fire when it is cold

Kelly
Autumn is……

A taste of damp leaves

Multi-coloured air

An hors d’ouvre for winter

Crispy air

A palace of leaves

A race to Christmas

A parade of leaves dancing like ballerinas

Cold

Frosty

Levi
Autumn is……

A carpet of colours

A cold curtain pulled across my face

A world of leaves, red, yellow and gold

A patchwork quilt covering the ground

The sight of blazing bonfires burning as the night draws in

A rainbow paint palette

The smell of winter

Cold

Colourful

Lucy
Autumn is…..

Crunch and crisp

A whirl of cold fresh air brushes past my face as I step outside

Chocolate browns and golden yellows

Fiery colours surround me

Tender leaves beneath my feet

Gentle sounds of leaves falling

Perfect acorns lying still

As I carry on walking

Lucy
Autumn is……

Red glistening fruit

Bonfires burning

A leaves worst fear

Leaves scattered like corpses after a war

Matthew
Autumn is……

An acorns bed in the leaves

The sound of munching crisps

A squirrels hide out for winter

A cackling audience listening to the wind

The smell of damp wood

Conkers dropping heavily to the ground

A field of golden yellow

Ripening red

Muddy brown

Shimmering gold

Mia
Autumn is……

A patchwork blanket

Paint splattered everywhere

The smell of ancient wood

A wet rainbow on the earth

A bonfire of leaves

A chameleon

Rustling leaves

The wind that sounds like children’s cries

Molly
Autumn is……

A crisp fresh land

A winter’s awakening

A summer’s sleep

A freshly baked apple pie

A trick or treater’s fun

A leaf’s death

A hedgehog

Natalie
Autumn is……

Crispy,

A corridor full of colours

Leaves leaping to the ground

When twisted trees stand naked

Wind running through my hair

Rain crashing down

The air is perfumed with bonfires burning

The echo of the woodpecker

Rachel
Autumn is……

A palette of rainbow colours

A packet of crisps

Helicopters being shot down by the wind

A whirlpool of acorns and conkers

A spine chilling season

Leaves dancing their finale

Sparkling stars cover the grass

Rebecca
Autumn is……

A good feeling

Patterns in a painting

Crunchy crispy leaves

A corridor of colours

T-shirts off and jumpers on

Rainy days while the sun rests

Reice
Autumn is……

Diamonds glisten on the damp grass

A colour filled planet

Walking in the light of the moon

A carpet of colours

A delicate world

Colours falling from the sky

Red, Brown and Yellow

Squirrels gathering food fo the long winter months

Birds prepare to fly south

Summer clothes exchanged for winter warmers

Warm breathe visible against the icy cold air

A bitter taste on the tongues of many

The countdown to Christmas has begun

Thomas

Spider's Web Poems



The Spider’s Dwelling

The spider toils for weeks making his wonderful web

It curls around like a whirlpool sucking the
Flies and moths into its beauty

It is delicate and precious like jewelry

Pearls sprinkle down upon it as dew drops form in The early morning mist

At last it is night and it glows brightly

Like a luminous necklace

A small child breaks it

Now the spider must start again
Natalie
The Spider’s Web

The spider waits in his comfy armchair for a new rival to stick to his web

A diamond necklace gleaming as the sun shone down

It’s like a whirlpool

Hung like the sun in the watery blue sky

It dangles from leaf to leaf

A fine thread of silk made like a work of art

The wind blows the web away and the spider starts all over again
Abbie
The Spider’s Web

The droplets on the web look like beads on a necklace

The web sparkles in the sun

The web is used for catching flies or maybe even

A little surprise!

Amy
The Spider’s Web

The spider’s web is like a laced beaded curtain

It quivers dangerously as the wind blows

The spider hangs on for dear life as it weaves its shiny silk crystal cloth

Flies are fooled into the lacey deathtrap

They await the spider

As they know their lives are gone

How many more lives will be destroyed?

Becky
The Spider’s Web

The long thin delicate web

Hangs from tree to tree

Along comes the small slow black spider

Crawling on the silky string

Whirling it around

Finishing the silver web

Chelsea
The Spider’s Web

The web looks like the glowing sun

So delicate with silver diamonds

It shimmers with the wind

It dangles like a bird flying through the air

The spider clings to his web

Awaiting its next tasty meal

It could be you!

Chloe
The Spider’s Web

The beads of dew trickle

As the radiant sun awakens

It shines on the web

It sparkles like stars in the night sky

The delicate threads of beads

Gently sways in the wind

On the sleepy bushes

But where is the spider?

Danielle
The Spider’s Web

A catching spinning cobweb

That tickles like a feather and all of a sudden it changes like the weather

A crawling little spider that runs across the web

He runs this way and that way

And then he goes to bed!

Daniel
The Spider’s Web

It twinkles in the twilight

Waterproof sequins shimmer like diamonds

Silver-threaded lattice allowing mirror-like reflections, that pass through the see-through mansion

Diamond pearls sparkle like glitter in the sunlight

The delicately patterned flycatcher drips

Dew clings on the sticky fragile web

As it glistens in the radiant sun

Danielle
The Spider’s Web

A netted deathtrap for confused flies

A lacy embroidered bouncy trampoline

A sparkling hidden spring ready to uncoil

Carefully woven between sticks and leaves

Invisible to the human eye

The trap stays camouflaged

But soon it hangs with glimmering crystals

Darcy
The Spider’s Web

I see dew drops like glistening diamonds

Crisscrossed lines of lattice sways in the breeze

It’s like beaded gems hanging from laced net

Spiders draw the flies into their trap waiting to pounce

Woven silk hangs from the sparkling trees

Dominique
The Spider’s Web

Silver jewels grip on the web

Glowing lace covered in glitter

Stainless steel silky smooth

A whirlpool of desire

Whipping from side to side

The spider sways from left to right

A never ending spiral

A spider’s web

Jack
The Spider’s Web

A sparkling thread that glistens in the sun

Jewels hanging down off it’s surface like ice crystals

This beautiful designs betrays it’s purpose

The insect graveyard is home to the spider

The web is torn by it’s meal and patiently it starts again

Joel
The Spider’s Web

The toiling spiders sacrifice their delicate, stunning webs for the monster moths

Silky spirals twist around the sleeping bush

Crystal drops like diamonds on a glittering ring

Delicate wisps hanging freely

Sprinkled in dew drops

Gripping onto the pearly spirals of beauty.

Katana
The Spider’s Web

The spider web was hanging from an old, broken branch

The lazy, old spider was sitting on his web when suddenly he sneezed and flew off his sparkly web,

The raindrops shining on the web fell down and splashed on the spider’s head.

Kelly
The Spider’s Web

The web holds tight to the ivy on the wall

Every time the wind blows it looks like the web is breathing

Death trap for flies

One silky thread like a violin string, Twang

A fly is trapped

The web gets it’s catch

Tender diamonds of prey.

Levi
The Spider’s Web

Hanging like a crystal chandelier

Beautiful beaded strings

So lacey and delicate

But in reality a spiteful cruel deathtrap

Attached to branches and dark gloomy corners waiting for its prey

Lucy
The Spider’s Web

The web swings in the breeze like an acrobat’s line

Like a fisherman’s net waiting for a catch

Like a spiraling whirlpool in a vast sea of leaves

It is the net of no return

The Mona Lisa of the hedgerow

It is as delicate as a snowflake in Winter

The insect graveyard

Matthew
The Spider’s Web

The transparent web glistening and glossy in the sun

It shines like beaded jewelry

Polished diamonds twinkling like stars in the sky

The spider spins his web like a cloth of wondrous thread

Sparkling jewels catching dreams

Mia
The Spider’s Web

The delicate beaded web springs slowly up and down

Dew drops like diamonds clasped to the lace

Soft threads made from transparent strands

In the cold wind the web slowly swings from side to side

As the lace swings it makes a swooshing sound

Singing a lullaby to unsuspecting flies

Molly
The Spider’s Dwelling

The spider toils for weeks making his wonderful web

It curls around like a whirlpool sucking the
Flies and moths into its beauty

It is delicate and precious like jewelry

Pearls sprinkle down upon it as dew drops form in The early morning mist

At last it is night and it glows brightly

Like a luminous necklace

A small child breaks it

Now the spider must start again

Natalie
The Spider’s Web

Sticky, sticky, sticky

Lots of silver lines

Stretching along the branches

Up the spider climbs

To where the fly is stuck

It must be dinner time!

Rachel
The Spider’s Web

When the springy web gets moved by the wind

It bounces like a pogo stick

The drops of diamondy dew

Make the web sparkle like silver and gold

The best fly catcher ever

Worth more than money could buy.

Reice
The Spider’s Web

The cinnamon brown spider spins a sleek and velvety thread
The thread hangs lifelessly onto the spiky leaved bushes and the stone cold wall filling the crevice
between them
The drops of diamond dew hang like clothes on a washing line
The fragile and delicate web waves like a sail
The web glimmers and shines in the bright morning sun
A fly is wrapped like a Christmas present
The web sticks to anything it touches
As a twig falls the web suddenly SNAPS
Now the spider will have to revive its work

Thomas
The Spider's Web
The lacey, shining web suspended beneath the tree
The delicate, beaded cotton
Crystal clear in the morning light ready to catch it's prey
Woven into a crystal chandelier
Rachel