Which sort of pantomime character do you think these y5 children are trying to be?
Month: October 2012
Our Y5 experiences this term by Danae and Anouska
In y5 we have been extremly busy! In literacy we have done lots of work on poetry. We have recently written some poems making sure we have included the wilf:
.SOAP (Similies,Onamatapieo,Alitteration and Personification -which means giving an object a human quality.
.Verses
.Rhyme
.Repetition
and if we included those wilf instructions it is going in 5M’s Anthology.
.Metaphor
.Rhythm
.
The lost island
As I was crying the monster was banging on the door and the monster was roaring loudly.
To visualise and describe a setting.
The Island is peaceful and the sun was bright. The tree was sparkling. The sun was boiling and the beach was colourful. The water was as cold as snow and the trees were waving.
My Personification sentences by Anouska
I tried to call for help but the wind kept catching my voice down to the depths of the Ocean. The tentacles of the sun scratched at the sky line. The thunder bellowed with laughter. Bags screamed out with pain.
Calthorpe Haven
I really liked Calthorpe Haven. I liked going to Calthorpe because I like describing it. I wrote personification sentences. My favourite one was …the rain was playing tig and tag.
Jaiden’s goal scorer!
There it was in front of me the ugly, drooling beast. Its rotten, scaly hand shot out towards me. Doomed. I thought I was dead. But I was too far so it stepped out of the shadows and ran towards me. So I ran, its revolting hands striking at me like bolts of lightning. I was terrified. As I was running I noticed a door at the right of the tunnel. So I ran towards the door and opened and… bang!!! I slammed the door! The thing was banging on the door. I locked the door and barricaded it. I rapidly searched for weapons or food. I found a gun and a knife but there was no bullets in the gun but the knife was fine. I carried on looking. All I found was junk but then I found a scabbard for a big dagger. The dagger was in it so I clipped the scabbard on my trousers. I looked up and saw a trap door. The beast was smashing the door so…
I left Mr M on a cliffhanger! It’s up to you to make up your own ending!!