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Monday, 27 February 2012

St. David's Day Poems (Part 1)

We have been writing senses poems to describe our feelings about Wales. Here are some of our entries:

See Welsh flags fluttering from bunting,
Waving around like crashing waves on a winter's day.
Taste a slight breeze that blows daffodils and lilies in the Welsh fields,
Blowing merrily around our proud country.
Hear Welsh duets singing carols in the hall,
Echoing loudly like shouting in a deserted cave.
Touch the hand of a dance partner whilst country dancing,
Twirling like a leaf falling to the ground.
Smell the fresh meadows with flowers blooming,
Surrounded by long thick grass.
Wales makes me ecstatic like birds rising then singing gracefully in the morning.

By David

See the leeks and daffodils proudly  pinned on people's chests,
Like badges of honour celebrating Wales,
Taste he calm, sweet breeze gradually swaying over the meadows of Wales,
As relaxing as lying on a cloud gazing at the stars.
Hear exquisite voices of angels,
As elegant as a swan floating in the water.
Touch the golden silk petals of daffodils,
Like beams of the enchanting sun.
Smell the Welsh cakes and cawl being baked in the oven.
Ready to be given to villagers of Wales.
I feel proud to live here in Wales.
Here in Wales is my home.

By Courtney

See the golden daffodils blooming in the fields,
As silky as a butterfly's wings fluttering in the wind.
Taste the sweet Welsh cakes crumbling on my lips,
Like the rocks on the peak of a waterfall.
Hear the folk singing joyously in the dance halls,
Like the birds chirping in the woodland trees.
Touch the long green grass growing in the wind,
Like gentle waves swaying in motion.
Smell the natural aroma in the spring breeze,
Like a floating angel dancing in the air.
I feel proud to be a part of  Wales.

By Sophy

See people dressed up in traditional costumes,
As cute as a baby taking its first steps.
Taste the fresh growing leeks and daffodils,
As fragile as china plates.
Hear the laughter and joy of people singing and dancing,
As happy as a child being brought into the world.
Touch the green grass growing.
As tall as a giant in his territory.
Smell the Welsh cakes baking,
As tasty as a chocolate fudge cake.
It makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world.

By Katrina.

See bunting hanging from poles around the village,
As wild as the waves being controlled by the moonlight.
Taste the leeks freshly grown out of the ground,
As green as the fresh grass on a summer's day.
Hear lambs calling for their mother,
As cute as a baby in a Welsh costume.
Touch a winning certificate proudly in the school Eisteddfod,
As excited as a child opening its presents on Christmas day.
Smell the daffodils opening from its bud,
As bright as the beaming sun.
I fee lucky to be living in Wales.

By Cerys

See a Welsh dragon on the national flag,
Flying like a bird in the sky,
Taste the Welsh cakes being eaten softly,
As delicious as a sweet touching your tongue,
Sweet, sour, sparkly.
Hear the music of the country dancing,
As amazing as a fire breathing Welsh dragon,
Powerful, perfection, pirouetting.
Touch the sponge of a Welsh cake,
As soft as polystyrene floating in the sky.
Smell the Welsh cakes coming out of the oven,
As beautiful as the daffodils blossoming in the garden.
I feel amazing because Wales is a fantastic place.

Jordan Wh.

See the Welsh fags waving out of control,
As crazy as a bull charging at the matador.
Taste the Welsh cakes surrounding the table,
As tasty as fresh meat.
Hear the wind blowing through the freshly grown grass,
As loud as a boat's horn shredding the seas.
Touch the green and white leeks,
As smooth as the silky clean jacket.
Smell the daffodil expanding slowly on the mountains,
As sweet as a baby's smile.
I feel great being Welsh and living in Wales.

By Jordan Wa.

Thursday, 9 February 2012

World War Two day

We held our World War Two day today. Preparation for this event has been taken place all term. The class has been busy making red, white and blue bunting from scraps of material. We have also been learning about the Blitz in Cardiff and Swansea. The pupils were challenged to ask their parents and families if any of their relatives had experiences of the war. This resulted in many War medals being brought into school for everyone to look at.

The day was kicked off in spectacular fashion when TJ's granddad, nan and mother came in to share their story about the life of TJ's great uncle, Eynon Hawkins, who was awarded the George Cross for bravery during World War Two. If you click HERE you will be able to read about Eynon's life story. What an amazing man! They brought in some of his medals, which had to be taken out of the bank for the day, allowing the pupils to have a good look at them. Many thanks to all three for coming in to speak to us.

Our day was then slightly interrupted by a rock performance from the RCT peripatetic music teachers.

Our final World War Two day experience was tasting some food that may have been eaten during the time period. The class was split into four groups and were given the task of making a feast using a tin of spam and dehydrated potato. The biggest problem initially seemed to be opening the tins! The food was made and eaten with mixed results. The overwhelming majority of the class voted against the spam and potato feast. This was washed down by a much more popular choice, dandelion and burdock. Dessert came in the form of carrot fudge. This, again, proved to be quite an unpopular choice. It seems that the class would have struggled during World War Two, as their taste buds weren't up for the challenge of eating food from that period.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

@lps140club's Big Shakespeare Poll!

Our class Twitter project @lps140club held a poll to find out what the people who follow us and other Twitter users consider to be William Shakespeare's best piece of work. The question was tweeted to our followers and then the class made a celebrity twitter hit list to tweet their question to. 

The response we got was fantastic and added to the votes from the pupils in our class, the total votes was 66. We had such a fantastic variety of people responding too and were thrilled to be supported by followers and twitter users who retweeted our request to their own followers. We even managed to get some responses from a few celebrities; Charlie Higson, Pie Corbett, Tanni Grey-Thompson, Gabby Logan, Rick O'Shea, Nigel Owens, David Roberts, Jamie Baulch and the Minister for Education and Skills Leighton Andrews. 

The results to our very close vote were as follows:

1. A Midsummer Night's Dream - 17 (25.7%)
2. Macbeth - 15 (22.7%)
3. Romeo and Juliet - 12 (18.2%)
4. Much Ado About Nothing - 3 (4.5%)
5. Hamlet - 2 (3%)
Henry IV Part 1 - 2 (3%)
Henry V - 2 (3%)
King Lear - 2 (3%)
Merchant of Venice - 2 (3%)
The Tempest - 2 (3%)
- Twelfth Night - 2 (3%)
6. Anthony and Cleopatra - 1 (1.5%)
- As You Like It - 1 (1.5%)
- Henry IV Part 2 - 1 (1.5%)
- Troilus and Cressida - 1 (1.5%)
- Winter's Tale - 1 (1.5%)

Particular thanks go to the following Twitter people

After discussing it with the class, we have decided to keep this poll active if people wanted to continue to vote. Please send responses to @lps140club on Twitter.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Romeo and Juliet meet... in the modern age!

Our pupils were challenged to write an adaptation of Act 1 Scene 5 of Romeo and Juliet, describing their modern setting and then introducing the two lovers. Here are some of their efforts:

The Capulet family were all working on each of their cars. Juliet had a Range Rover Sport. Mr. Capulet had an Audi RS4. Mrs Capulet had an Audi Q7 Quatro. Some stranger pulled up by their garage in an Audi R8 Tronic. He was buffed with muscles. Juliet shot past her mum and dad.

He smelt like the grease from the kebab shop across the road. He felt like soft buns from McDonalds. His eyes were dark blue like his car. Here eyes sparkled in the sun. Her hair was like the waves on a beach. She smelt like car oil from a Bugati Vairon Super Sport.

He said, "Hello!". She went bashful.
Mr. Capulet said aggressively, "What do you want you pesky rat?" Juliet shouted at her dad then they had an argument.

Jordan Wh. Yr5

Well, I'm sure you'd agree that you've never heard a garage described so romantically!

The moon was carefully coming out above the train station as the half past seven train turned into the platform. People were gushing down the steps and it sounded like an avalanche from Mount Everest. The scent of smoke off the train filled everyone's noses like a cold from a winter's day. The breeze was loud and the clouds grew darker and darker. Rain started to fall and the train doors opened.

One man walked down the steps but the train door closed and he couldn't get in. The man was as handsome as a movie star. His hair was dark brunette; it was wavy like the ocean on a stormy day. His eyes were crystal blue like the sky on a summer's morning. His smile could not be missed by the whole universe. The lady was as beautiful as a rose; as red as a river of blood.  Her hair was golden like the beaming sun. Her eyes was as green as the exquisite fields on a spring morning. Her smile was as white as a crystal snowflake on a winter's day, in addition to a white blanket covering everything in sight. Then they encountered each other on the platform, as wet as a stormy day with tons of powerful rain. They had found love and they knew they'd meet again.

David Year 6

Some lovely imagery in David's adaptation.

Slowly the shimmering, glowing, beautiful sun set outside New Look from the heavenly sky above. The scent of new clothes filled everyone's noses with joy and happiness. The sound of laughter filled the air with joy. The taste of the Starbucks coffee tingling and dancing on everyone's taste buds. 

The lady was so beautiful that when she flipped her hair it overwhelmed everyone. Her lips were as red as a rose trying its best to bloom. Her eyes were as green as fresh free fields. The man's hair was as curly and brown as Sir Lancelot's. His eyes were like the glowing sun, his skin was softer than clouds. When he smiled at the ground it was not hard to tell that he did not know he was handsome.

Maya Year 4

A retail based Romeo and Juliet from Maya.

Gradually, teenagers moved through the corridors of the school. The chattering voices echoed through the classrooms. Children were scampering past each other, clinging to their books, waiting for their next lesson. The scent of delicious food was lingering through the air from the cafeteria. The silky sun hung bare in the lilac sky above the building. When the bell rang the people stampeded into the dinner hall like a her of wildebeest running to a watering hole.  

Romeo, the popular kid at school had eyes as green as the summer fields in August. His hair was as dark as midnight. Whilst everyone was eating the exit doors swung open and in walked a girl as glamorous as a gem. Her hair was as golden as the shimmering pyramids in a desert. Her eyes were brown and beaming. Her lips were as red and glossy as a rose in a bush surrounding a princesses castle; her name was Juliet.

Courtney Year 6

A lovely school based  retelling of the play by Courtney.