Literacy – following instructions

Shadow puppets On Wednesday we made Indian shadow puppets, bad ones, good ones and even evil ones. We had to trace them. Some people thought it was hard and some thought it was easy. We used split pins, scissors and sticky glue. We made the puppets by following instructions. Miss Heywood came to see what we were going to do. It was a busy day and other people where making samosas. They were following instructions and the teachers where saying “read the instructions”. By Sahil    

We made Samosas

Samosa

On Tuesday we made a samosa. I followed the instructions to make a samosa. I  felt the instructions were very good because they  had pictures and numbered steps. The words were spaced out. We put flour into the bowl. Then we mixed it with our fingers .

By Rosie

 

Bhangra dancing!

Over the last few weeks, year 3 have been really busy in PE.

We have put together a exciting bhangra dance routine!

Year 3 will agree that they are now bhangra experts and are going to be inventing their own new bhangra steps to complete the dance!

The Sound Collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The screaming of the children

The twisting of the lock

The chatting of the teachers

The ticking of the clock

 

The whistling of the kettle

The creasing of the pencil

The flushing of the toilet

The drawing of the stencil

 

The crying of the babies

The crashing of the chair

The spots of the chicken pox

The creaking of the stair

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Abdifatah

 

The Sound Collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The screaming of the fire bell.

The talking of the children.

The twisting of the lock.

The ticking of the clock.

 

The spotting of Pudsey.

The flicking of the pencil.

 The splatting the paint.

The steering of the stencil.

 

The drawing of the pen.

The squeaking of the chair.

The tapping of the computer.

The stomping on the stair.

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Christian

The Sound Collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ringing  of the bell

The clicking of the  lock

The  scrunching  of  the  paper

The  ticking of the clock

 

The  tapping of  the keyboard

The  scratching  of  the  pencil

The  humming of the  computer

The  stamping  of  the  stencil

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Alannah

The Sound Collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away

 

The shouting of the children

The twisting of the lock

The ringing of the bell

The ticking of the clock

 

The squirting of the paint

The flicking of a pencil

The stomping of the children

The drawing of the stencil

 

The clicking of the mouse

The banging of the chair

The humming of the computer

The creeping on the stair.

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Adrian

The sound collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ringing of a bell

The twisting of a door

The chatting of the children

The  stomping on the floor.

 

The scrunching on the flipchart

The banging of a chair

The humming of the computer

The screeching on a stair.

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Abdulaziz

Our Noisy Poems

Today 3G wrote some poems based on the poem ‘The Sound Collector’ .

 

A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The screaming when it is the fire bell

The twisting the door lock

The shouting of the children

The ticking off the clock

 

The flicking of the paper

The writing with the pencil

The kicking of the football is

The scraping of the stencil

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

By Anthoun