Welcome back everyone.
Year 5 have started the new year learning about poetry.
We read poems by Rachel Rooney and then wrote our own.
Here are some of our poems.
Facts about Rain
He'll drown your window with his force of soldiers,
Clashing against it one by one.
You'll go outside to see him making a pond in your wellies,
Soaking your socks to the point where they fall off.
He'll give you a free non- heated shower,
With the cold air to dry you,
Making you feel like your fingers are going to fall off.
He might perhaps give you the flu.
His tears could soak your drawings,
Soak them, rip them and even smudge them.
He'd come out with his best friend....wind,
Our least favourite but favourite in the Summer.
He'll give you a new hairstyle,
making it look stringy like spaghetti,
And make it look darker like a burnt piece of toast.
If you add him to the sun, his nemesis,
He'd finally do something good
and create a beautiful rainbow!
Sadly, he also has his bad days when he decides to slip into thunder clouds
The Language of Dog
teach me the language of Dog;
the gentle loving look in those puppy eyes
a thunderous bark and innocent whimper,
nose on the ground.
Teach my ears the way to listen
to words that I know and the distant shake
of treats that will soon be eaten.
Teach me that rolling trick
where dents appear in cushions
and I'm still close by.
Don't teach me Cat,
the diabolical hire- wire trip along fences,
the walk with a saunter,
the slow- motion blink and that tight lipped purr
No, not that, teach me the language of Dog
Six facts about electricity
At dawn, she screeches deafeningly,
to usher you out of bed
and savagely smashes onto your pillow.
You might meet her at a power station
or waiting to be used from a battery.
Her touch could scorch your home
set light to the sky
burn unlucky folk
Sometimes, at Christmas
she'll reveal the sparkles
on her pine- scented festive green dress.
She dashes from house to house
and immediately turns on your TV
before you have said the word electricity!
On dark nights, in an empty house
the power has stopped, she is still there
waiting for the whistle o start the race.
We have been learning poems in class and working in groups to perform them.
Below are some links to Michael Rosen poetry performances which we have been inspired by in class.