What God means to me

During R.E. lessons in Class 4 we have been looking at what we know about God's character. The children have written some poems to describe what God means to them.

God is the most powerful man on Earth,

God is loving, kind and loyal.

God is the master of creators.

God is never ending and is always watching you.

God is friendship and friendship is not like life, it never ends.

That is what God means to me.

by Daisy Pennells

God is love, hope and kindness,

 He helps when times are tough.

God is friendship, care and loyalty,

He looks down on you.

God is life, happiness and death,

He loves me through life and death.

God is that light when you are alone,

He is there no matter what

That is what God means to me.

by Safra McQuillan

God is loving, peaceful and hope.

He is the Father and the creator.

He is the lover and the seeker.

The Lord leads me into good things.

God is the leader and the teacher.

He is the light and the way.

God is perfect.

by Zoe Mutamiri

God is the wall that stops people from going to the wrong side.

God is loyal, always on your side.

God is the caretaker, He cleans all the bad stuff.

God is unique, on one is like Him. 

God is forgiving, always forgiving people for all the things they have done.

by Abdul Lone

God is the Holy circle.

He is sure.

He is light and dark.

The sun and moon.

Never ending.

He is a judge.

He is the volcanoes and mountains.

God is the sky, the animals and the rain.

God is eternal and faithful.

He is sound and love.

This is what God means to me.

by Sam Smith

God is wise and forgiving.

He is a door opener.

He is immortal and unique.

God is loyal and caring.

He is open minded.

He is thoughtful.

God is trustworthy.

He is merciful and a peace keeper.

by Omar Natarajan

The First Christmas Part One ~ Class 2

Class 2 have been writing the first part of the Christmas story thinking about using interesting adjectives to form expanded noun phrases. Here are a couple of excellent examples that we shared with the class. We hope that you enjoy them too.


Long, long ago and even further away there was a girl called Mary. One day she had a surprise. She saw a beautiful angel that had wings that blazed like fire. The angel told Mary that she was going to have a baby called Jesus and he went to Joseph to tell him about it and he was going to have to get married to Mary and they did. They went all the way to Bethlehem, Mary went on a donkey. When they got there she rubbed her eyes in disbelief. They had to find somewhere to stay. They went to the first inn keeper but he said sorry there is no room left. Then the next innkeeper said sorry no room left. Then he said go in the stables.
Ashwin Kant ~ Year 1




Long ago there was a girl called Mary and she was going to marry boy called Joseph. She looked out of the window and there was an angel and Angle Gabriel said to her "Your baby is going to be called Jesus and he will be the king". So they travelled to Bethlehem on the old, grey donkey. He was slow and weary. At last they got there and they asked a man and he said "There is no room at the inn for you, try up the rocky road". They asked him and he said " I am full but I have enough room in the stable".  So Jesus was born in the old stable and he was king.
Alex Francis ~ Year 2

An Imaginary Bogit by Samuel

Samuel’s Bogit Description
Samuel composed and wrote a description of his Bogit  following our class discussion and Bogit activities. He wrote it out by hand to begin with and read it back to his friends. His letter formation and handwriting were fantastic.  He asked for help with some spellings and was supported to hear some of the sounds, which he then recorded independently. He also wrote the 'tricky' high frequency words independently. Only the words 'vegetables' and 'eats' were provided. I told him I would put his writing on The Collection blog and the following day he asked if he could type his description out  for the blog by himself.

Spunch by Samuel (age five)

Spunch  is a yellow bogit  he  eats  poison food and vegetables.                                 

he got a long tung  and  no legs  his frends are Samuel and Eva he lives in a kave.

My Thoughts for Grandma

(Daisy's Grandma passed away recently after a long struggle with cancer. Daisy wrote the following poem and read it out at her funeral.)

My Thoughts for Grandma

Grandma is...
someone who knows me so well.
She took care of me when I was a baby
and wrapped me in her love.

Grandma is...
a person who persevere
and is always there to solve
the biggest problems that you have.

Grandma is...
a person to look up to.
She will encourage you to do the right thing
and is always happy to be with you.

Grandma is...
pretty, kind and thoughtful,
and a lovely friend to have.
She will always guide you on your way.

Grandma is...
someone who helped me with my homework.
She always played with me,
and when there was no one else around
she took car of me in her own special way.

Grandma is...
the perfect grandma for me.

by Daisy Pennells

Seaside Acrostic Poems

The Seaside

Summer time is fun
Everybody was splashing in the sea
A man caught a crab in a net
Searching for shiny fish
I saw a ship in the distance
Dancing donkeys that never stop
Exploring for shells in the rock pools

By Arun

The Seaside



 

 

Summer time has come

Everybody is having fun

Searching for beautiful crabs

I went in a rock pool

Dolphins are very fast

Exploring the beach having so much fun

 

By Martha

 

 

 

The Seaside

 

Summer is brilliant

Everyone is building sandcastles in the sand

A lovely picnic is coming

Sand is really really hot

I love swimming

Donkeys are going down the beach

Everything is fun at the seaside

 By Libby

The Seaside

 

Swimming in the sea

Everyone was screaming

Acrobats playing

Squawking seagulls

Ice cream in my tummy

Dolphins in the sea

Ee or I hear donkeys

 

By Eleanor





Poetry Workshop - Bullying

As part of Brilliant Behaviour week Class 4 did a poetry workshop on the theme of Bullying. These are some of the results:

I'm locked out of life
in a prison of hate
alone and isolated.
(Oscar Reynolds)

I am a punching bag,
full of hurt,
thrown on the floor
like a piece of dirt.
My phone keeps bleeping.
There's no escape;
Just leave me alone,
for goodness sake!
I'm a hollow shell
lying on the floor,
loved once but not
wanted anymore.
(Jessica Scruton)

I'm invisible, like air,
a lonely lake, isolated.
Nobody talks to me.
I'm a dustbin buried
under other people's rubbish.
How can I face tomorrow?
(Mikey Erodotou)

I'm a hollow shell,
worthless, drowning in my fear,
heart beating like
an elephant stampede
(Alex Sykes)

Locked out of life,
locked into hell.
I am a prisoner
trapped by this devil
discarded by the world.
(Jacob Ogilvie)

I am a doll
left on a shelf
that nobody wants.
So lonely.
Locked out of life.
I am trampled on
by other girls,
a trashed bin bag
thrown away on the floor.
I dread going to school.
People taunt me,
call me names
behind my back;
so worried
so glum.
(Katie Mills)

I am a training dummy,
battered,
hunted
all day,
all night.
Everywhere is hell,
even home.
There is no escape.
(Scott Calvert)

Wizard of Oz Stories

Ptolemy Procter Year 2
Once upon a time there was a girl called Dorothy and she had a dog called Toto. She lived on a farm and her uncle was called Uncle Henry and her auntie was called Aunite Em. There was a tornado. "What's happening Toto the house is moving!" She landed in the land of Oz and the Good Witch said "You have killed the Wicked Witch of the West."
Dorothy followed the yellow brick road and soon she saw a scarecrow. "Where are you going?"
"To the Emerald City."
Then they met the Tin Man"Can you help me?" said the Tin Man
What's wrong? said Dorothy
"I will go rusty in this rain. I need a heart" said the Tin Man.
Then they met a lion. "Put em up"
Soon the friends came to the Emerald City.Everything was made of emeralds. First they crossed the field of poppies, then they followed the yellow brick road to the castle. They met the Wizard. They asked the Wizard to help them. "I need a heart "said the Tin man.
"I need some courage" said the Lion
"I need a brain" said the Scarecrow.
"What about me?" said Dorothy
"You!" said the Wizard" I will help you if you kill the Wicked Witch"

Arun Panesar Year 2
Once upon  a time there was a girl called Dorothy and she had a dog called Toto and her Auntie and Uncle were working. She lived on a farm and just then the house started to move.
"What's happening?" said Dorothy "Where are we going to land?"
Dorothy and Toto followed the yellow brick road. On the way she met a scarecrow. The Scarecrow said "Where are you going? Can I come too?"
"I'm going to the Wizard of Oz, yes, you can come"
Soon all the friends came to the Emerald City. They went inside and met a man who led them to the Wizard of Oz. "What do you need?" said the Wizard
"I need a brain" said the Scarecrow.
"I need a heart" said the Tin Man.
"I need some courage"said the Lion.
"What about me?"said Dorothy
"I can't help you" said the Wizard. "I don't know what to do."
Then in a flash the Good Witch appeared and said "you need to click your magic shoes."
Then Dorothy lived happily ever after.

James Jarvis Year 1
Once upon  a time there was a little girl called Dorothy. She lived with her Aunite and Uncle. Dorothy was in a farm house with her dog when suddenly a wild wind came and lifted the farm house into the air. When the house landed Dorothy opened the door and got out of the house. A Good Witch said "thank you for killing the Wicked Witch"
So Dorothy and Toto followed the yellow brick road. Soon Dorothy and Toto met a Scarecrow. Soon they mey a Tin Man. Dorothy said "Would you like to come with us?"
"Yes please" they said. After a while they met an angry Lion. "Want to fight?"said the Lion.
Dorothy said "You can come with me to the Emerald City."
So they all set off to the Emerald City together.
Soon the friends came to the Emerald City. Suddenly a man appeared. Dorothy said "Please would you take us to see the Wizard of Oz?"
The little man said "this way to the Wizard of Oz."
The Wizard said "you must kill the Wicked Witch."
The Wicked Witch asked Dorothy for her ruby slippers. Dorothy would not give her ruby slippers so the witch made Dorothy work in her castle.Dorothy threw a bucket of water over the witch and she shouted "you nasty girl the water is killing me!" Dorothy and Toto lived happily ever after.

Action!

Class 3 have been studying how authors use their vocabulary choices to create action packed sequences that grab the reader. We used these strategies in our own writing. Here is a fantastic example of an action sequence written by Isabella McCormack in Y4.


Astrid ran up to the volcano. The larva pools around here started to vibrate. Out of nowhere came the hideous scaled nightmare. Astrid's heart skipped a beat. Cautiously, she reached for her sword. Suddenly she was surrounded by flames. How could she ever slay the beast now?

Nimbly, she just managed to leap over the blazing flares. At that very moment the murderer lashed out a vicious claw at her; she leapt backwards and charged at the hideous creature. The monster pounced elegantly. Astrid leapt; her sword facing downward. The beast moved. She landed with a thud on the ground. She lay there unconscious on the boiling floor.

More Killer Chillers!

X-mas Killer
Francesca Taylor-Draper Y4

It's Xmas Eve and Tommy (my brother) ran downstairs. He saw a sinister lurking creature. In the glint of the lights he saw a gun. Tommy didn't know what to do; he tried to move but he couldn't. He was shivering all over than the brute turned around ....

Rainstorm
Bobby Page Y4

Jack and Tom were waiting for their mum. It had been ten minutes already and they were getting bored. It started raining so they decided to run home. They were nearly home when they saw a house with an open door. They went inside and they were never, ever seen again.

The Ghost House
Harry Stratford Y3

The children opened the door to the house. The cobwebs on the ceiling and creaky floor should have told them to leave but they needed to know the truth. In a second, the house went completely dark - then suddenly the ghost screamed, "Get out of here". So it was true.

By the River Bank
Daisy Pennells Y3

I am alone by a dark bleak river bank. Thick swirling fog makes gruesome figures dance and stretch eerily. Trees creak, twigs crackle, every sound is chilling. Suddenly I hear a blood curdling scream. Whipping my head around, a haunting desperate whisper hangs about my ears. Petrified, I turned and ran!

Killer Chiller 50!

Could you create a chilling story in not more than 50 words? That was the challenge for Class 3. They had to make sure that every word was chosen for maximum impact. With only fifty words to use they couldn't afford to waste a single one!

My Toy Story
Mika Jakeman- Johnson Y3

I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. It was dark and foggy. Suddenly my toy cars started to switch on lights and engines. Larva slushed out of the rocket lamp. The puppet spoke to the slithering snake. Tigers and cheetahs padded across my quilt. The floorboards creaked ....

The Beast
Thalia Patel Y4

The beast snarled threateningly in the dead of night in the deserted town hall; three horror-struck children were cornered. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Just them, the beast and death. If only they had listened to mum was the last thought they had. The beast launched. He exists.

The End
Byron Capitano Y4

Menacingly, the shrieking laughter pounded into Jimmy's ears. A shadowy image approached him slowly. A gentle breeze brushed his cheek and Jimmy knew it was close. As quick as lightning, he tugged the duvet over his head and tried to stop his trembling legs. A horrifying scream left Jimmy's mouth .....

The Tunnel
Eva Bedford Y4

The train entered a long dark tunnel. Millie could feel warm stale breath on her cheek and could sense a figure looming in front of her ominously close. There were flashes of purple light in the carriage and a scratching sound from the luggage rack. And then ... a piercing scream ....

Escape
Ruby Warrior Y4

The blood chilling scream filled the dark, cold air. Shivers raced down my back like a fingernail scratching as I stumbled through graves. Shadows scrambled among the trees as the scream cried out again, this time louder. I raced towards the gate, heart pounding as from nowhere the figure approached.

The Blitz

In the city of London I’m sheltering in a little closet, covering my hands over my head. I can hear the sound of the sirens going louder and quieter, like a rollercoaster. I feel petrified and shaky like an earth quake, as I see the German planes hovering over.

I can hear delicate whistle as the bomb falls down like a meteor.  Also the sound of exploding bomb, like a tribe of elephants stomping, hoping I won’t die.

I can smell the burning and bitter fire crackling away like a bunch of children. I can hear the siren once again telling that it’s clear, but when I step outside the city is in a shambles.

Billy Jayne (Class 4)

Andrew's Diamond Jubilee Story

Once upon a time I found a magical bag. I decided to open it but I couldn’t, because the bag was made of plaster. Then I understood it was treasure in there. I took a small toy-hammer and started to hit it. The bag was not easy to break, I asked mummy for help and she gave me her kitchen hammer. The bag was split into pieces and I saw part of the beautiful stones in there. I took my paintbrush and gently brushed these stones.  The magic happened I found four beautiful stones there!
Then I decided to give these stones to the Queen for her brand new crown to celebrate The Diamond Jubilee.
The Queen was very happy to take my stones and she gave me a medal for that and said a big thank you, ‘Andrew’!!!

Andrew Lishman (Class 1)

Rosie's Short Story

Rosie in Class One thought of this fantastic story at home after her birthday party. She told it to her mum and her mum typed it out for her. We think it's amazing! What do you think?

Once upon a time there was a little girl called Rosie who lived on top of a big hill. Rosie had her birthday party. She got some balloons from Rey her friend. One morning when Rosie was getting ready for school she had a quick play in the garden with her balloons. Before she knew what was happening she was lifted into the air by the balloons and started to float up to the sky.

From Rosie's hill she could see her little school and she floated towards it. When she got nearer to Harewood and she saw her little school Rosie let go of one of the balloons so she could float gently down into the playground and she landed next to Mr Madeley.

Rosie said "Good morning Mr Madeley, I floated here without my mummy and daddy." She tied the rest of the balloons to the school gate (and the other one) so that when school had finished that day she untied her balloons and floated back up into the sky. She floated all the way back home to Bardsey and landed at her house and said "Hello everyone I'm back." Mummy and daddy said "We wondered where you had been all day!"

The End.

The Birthday Disaster

Many of the children entered short stories in the Radio 2 500 words competition. In total a staggering 74,000 stories were entered nationally.

On Thursday we received the fantastic news that Alana's story has made it through to the next phase of judging. Only two thousand stories go forward to the next stage which makes Alana's achievement even more special. Well done Alana!

The Birthday Disaster - Alana Pigott

Hi my name is Kate. Has your birthday ever been a disaster? Mine has! It started at the zoo when my first disaster struck. My birthday has finally come and my party.

It was my tenth birthday. We were going to the zoo as a birthday treat, we saw: monkeys, lions, tigers, camels, red hogs, flamingos, birds and as well farm animals. We were looking at the Flamingos, while the Birds that were opposite were getting fed. The zoo keeper opened the cage to let them fly for a bit. The birds flew beautifully but there was one problem they were heading to me! I turned away as they flew closer and closer, bang I ran straight into a bench. Ouch it really hurt, once it was all cleaned up we went bowling.

I picked a shiny blue ball that looked like a tiny planet. When we were half way through the game it looked liked Hannah was winning, but not for long because I won with an amazing 500 points! For the second game we swapped balls which were not good. I got a green ball that looked like a beautiful garden. It was my turn. If I got a strike I would win the whole game. I collected my ball and OW! I dropped the ball on my foot and that really hurt, so my knees and my foot were hurting and they were sore. After a while we all started to get a bit hungry.

We decided to go for something to eat, my choice was the pizza house but it was all full so was the steak house. We ended up in a Japanese restaurant. How can people eat this stuff, it is horrible. Sushi, raw fish I only like mine in batter, needless to say I did not enjoy my meal. Mum brought the cake into the restaurant and asked our Japanese waitress if she

could light the candles and play happy birthday through the speakers, but we couldn’t really understand her because she was Japanese. So after five minutes we hear music similar to happy birthday, but in Japanese. As the waitress brought the cake in, the candles blew out and the waitress tripped over a chair leg. My cake, my beautiful chocolate cake, flew across the table to land on me. I was covered in chocolate cake; this was not supposed to happen.

When I cleaned up we headed home, my friends were coming too. Mum kindly stopped off to buy a pizza and a new cake. After we had eaten, mum brought the cake in. We all sang happy birthday so there were no disasters from the restaurant till now!!!

How were we to know that my best friend Hannah was allergic to strawberry?! That is when my last and very spotty disaster struck. Hannah ended up in hospital, with red blobs all over her. A very colourful end to a colourful birthday!

The World's Dumbest Waiter

Our Year 3 prize winning entry into the 500 words competition:

The World’s Dumbest Waiter
Byron Capitano

Chapter 1
“The Queen must be by dead by the end of the week!”
“BUT HOW?”
‘We’ve got you a job in the palace kitchen, you start tomorrow. You figure out the rest.”
“BUT HOW?”
“But how is that all you can say? Just sort it by Friday.”

Chapter 2
The Palace

“Quiet please, let me introduce you to our new chef Dalesburgh. We have a very busy day with some very important guests and Thompson please don’t mess it up AGAIN.”
“OK I’ll try not to.”

“Thompson” yelled Dalesburgh.
‘This starter is ready, bring it immediately to her majesty and no one else”.
Thompson picked up the silver tray nervously.
“I musn’t drop this tray like last time,” he whispered anxiously. He walked down the corridor towards the great hall, the tray balanced on one hand.

“Looking good, looking good, nearly there!” muttered Thompson.
Out of nowhere, bolted one of the Queen’s Corgis heading straight towards Thompson. Before Thompson knew what had hit him the tray was on the floor, the contents spread all over. The guilty Corgi demolished the food greedily.
All of a sudden the Corgi started to run around in circles like a lunatic, doing some kind of doggy breakdancing. He then collapsed on the floor. When the vet had finished examining the Corgi he was still confused as to what had happened.

Dalesburgh was furious with Thompson
“You – You IDIOT! Are you the dumbest waiter in the world?’ he spat.
“I made that specially for the Queen and you ruined it!”
“I’m so sorry,” whimpered Thompson
“You will be” snarled Dalesburgh.
The next day Thompson arrived in the kitchen shakily. Dalesburgh was acting strangely hiding his ingredients in the bread cupboard. It was getting close to lunchtime and Thompson was filled with dread. Dalesburgh appeared from under the kitchen counter with two bowls of the Queen’s favourite pasta.
‘Thompson,” yelled Dalesburgh.
“Take this bowl of pasta to the Queen and if you drop it, it will be the last thing you ever drop”.
“What about the other bowl?” said Thompson
“None of your business that’s mine” growled Dalesburgh.
Thompson accidently picked up the wrong bowl of pasta and took it to the Queen. On his way back to the kitchen he heard a massive KABOOM!!!
He ran straight in and found Dalesburgh char grilled and security all around him.
“You, you FOOL you took the wrong boll of pasta to the Queen and left me with the one with a bomb in it.” Said Dalesburgh.
“And isn’t it a good job that I am the dumbest waiter in the world?”
‘NO” screamed Dalesburgh as they took him away to prison.

The Queen was so pleased that Thompson had saved her life that she decided to knight him.
“Thank you Your Majesty”
“No thank YOU Thompson”
“Would you like me to bring you your afternoon tea Your Majesty?”
“No Thompson I don’t think so, no doubt you will only drop it!”
“Yes Your Majesty you’re probably right “