In Year 6 our topic is WW1. We first heard Simon Armitage read his own poem ‘Consider the Poppy’and used it to write our own.
Consider the poppy Think it a gushing river; flowing with the blood of a soldier
Think it a fire,filled with sorrow and sadness
Think it a heart, rapidly beating and full of life
Think it a tree; who’s leaves are falling into a field full of grass
Consider the Poppy
Think it a crisp snowflake; landing on the ground
Think it a tear,running down a pail frozen face
Think it a cloud; full of rain
Think it a sign, a sign of rememberance for those who gave up their life
Consider the Poppy
By Honey Y6
One beautiful summers day,there was a boy called Nicho who was playing in his front garden with his new toy. When suddenly he shot a bulllet and it formed into a magical portal. Where could this mysterious portal lead?
In Year 5, we have been writing our own fantasy stories which involve travelling through mysterious and magical portals. Read extracts from our exciting stories below. Don’t forget to leave a comment and let us know what you think of our stories!
One normal sunny day a 12yr old boy called Jeff was setting up his new VR game miugi smash- down. After half an hour of setting up His game, he finally got his headset on. Then his mum called him and they were going to set off to go on holiday.
Once he got on the plane he went to the bathroom,when he had flushed it he had gotten sucked in. He dropped out of the plane he suddenly past out.once he woke up he was at a mysterious place with weirdly designed trees.there were goblins and gnomes and all weird creatures. Time was paused while he was on that island. But what island was he on?
In Year Six, our topic is ‘Fallen Fields’. We have been writing a poem called ‘Consider the Poppy’ by Simon Armitage
CONSIDER THE POPPY
Consider the poppy, think it a black hole of loneliness
Think it a wound hole with blood red and silk of its petals.
Think it a river,calmly flowing through No Man’s Land
Think it an eye blind eye a blind staring at you
Remember them who fought in battle.
Two hours later, he saw the massive dragon sitting on a rather large twig. Suddenly the dragon staggered towards Leo with an angry face. Leo pulled his vorpal sword out of his pocket. He tried to stab the dragon in the heart but it flew up into the sky. Leo, then decided to throw his pointy sword at the dragon. Luckily it hit the dragon in the eye. The blue dragon, fell to the floor and made the leaves fly up into the sky.
On a bright,leafy Autumn’s day, a little, bubbly girl called Libbie, opened the backdoor and walked out looking at the fascinating garden. She felt dull because her parents went to Hamsterdam so she was stuck with her boring, old granny. Her granny wasn’t like any other light-hearted granny’s, that’s why Libbie didn’t like spending time with her. Linnie went to the bottom of the garden when all of a sudden she saw something brown under a old blossom tree.
Consider the Poppy,
An opening for a new life of a flower.
Think it a red nose stood in the cold,
Think it an immortal soul.
Consider it as a star:floating in the hole of darkness.
Think it a crimson bloodshot eye,
Think it a face forcing tears.
Think it a blazing sun,
Shining with their life.
Think it a waterfall,
Falling with tears.
Think it a hole with light and love,
Consider it as a river flowing with sorrow.
Think it a mind surrounded with thoughts,
Consider the Poppy,
Think it a person who died in the war,
Lives are remembered.
Consider the Poppy.
Consider the poppy,
Think it a river, calmly flowing in deep, dark , sadness with agonised rosy, red, blood
Think it a flag planted in no mans land pinned on a blouse or pinned on a coat
Consider the poppy.
Year Six have been learning all about WW1. We have listened to ‘Consider the Poppy’ by Simon Armitage which has inspired me to write my own poem. I hope you like it.
Consider the poppy
Think it a river of memories that were remembered long long ago
Think it a heart full of that was snatched away
Think it a flag belonging to nobody claiming No-Mans-Land
Think it a flower with the petals of sadness eventually falling off