Over the period of a week we won some of the days but sadly we didn t win. The winning team was Grange Park in Telford. Our congratulations go out to them well done and well done us for doing such a splendid job. Here are some of our competitors.
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The house captains announce the winning team Gold
Thanks all of you for wearing your badges and serving the school so well.
Library monitors get elected
Our breakfast club stars
Well done girls.
Stars of the week
More poems using Slow Writing
Here are some more examples of our poetry using the Slow Writing technique. Slow Writing uses a very strict writing structure, can you spot what these poems have in common?
The Flood by Dylan
Grabbing on, I hoped someone was out there.
I was petrified.
This was turture; I was determined to carry on.
Will this mayhemm ever stop?
Slowely my life ebbs away.
Hunger hits me as fast as lightning
The water clings on to my clothes as I try to shake it off
My desperation by Ollie
Clinging on for dear life,
Fear engulfed me,
I was heartbroken; I still carried on,
Is this to much for me to bare?
Slowly, my life ebbed away,
Starvation hit me like a wild bush fire,
The water clung onto me.
MAYHEM! by Ben
Breathing heavily, I wondered if the flod would ever end.
Everything was lost.
I screamed; no one heard.
Will I survive this terrifying mayhem?
Quickly the water drags me under the raft.
I hung onto the rope like a monkey on a tree.
The dirty, horrible water was slowly swallowing me.
My disaster poem
Fire!
The myraid of reds, oranges, yellows rose into the sky and destroyed everything around:
I wished desperately for my family to be found:
My life was burnt to ashes as I witnessed this heart-breaking scene:
This fire was blistering, devastating and mean:
Desperate, terrified, petrified, I screamed for help!
This fire just roared back at me like it was a lion:
This draconion fire was a hostile force that, despite the destruction showed no remorse:
My belongings and memories being engulfed in the flames:
Why, why did this have to happen to me?
The flames just carried on rising and rising a beacon to anything in its way:
Panic filled my body as all hope ebbed away…
By Charisma
Writing poetry using slow writing
Today we used a strategy called slow writing to help us structure our poetry writing on creating images in natural disasters. Please read through our poems and see what you think.
Price of the famine
Staring, amazed by the sculptures, I see the agony of their suffering.
Life is fading.
Their desperate faces haunted me; my stomach plunged into my shoes.
Have you ever imagined how much they have suffered?
Desperately, their heart yearns for food, they know every footstep is getting weaker.
The life ebbs away from them like water down a stream.
On the outside they looked as though they could make it, however on the inside they knew it was no
use.
The mother, who was clinging onto her dead baby, gazed into blankness…
By Kayban Abraham
Base 1 does the Haka !
In Base 1 we have been creating our own versions of the Haka. These have even got the boys interested in dance !
Evaporation results
On Wednesday we did an experiment to see which liquid evaporated the most. Our group decided to test milk, coke and water, and that we wanted to put them in the staff room! When we tested to see how much is left there was hardly anything in each one! We found out that the milk evaporated the most, and there was nearly nothing left. Less than 1ml!
By Baylee.
Moorfield Primary School 