Friday 6 February 2015

The Forest by Tilly

The Forest

My foot jammed into the scintillating snow; my whole leg vanishing like it was never even there. A gentle breeze solidified my face making my cheeks strawberry red. Frozen, leafless branches tugged and snagged at my cosy winter clothes.

Silence swamped the forest but was soon broken by the call of a stunning dove, as white as sugar, perched on a frosty twig.

A small ice cold stream trickled through the snowblanketed forest giving me daja vous as I ran my hand through the rapid, vivid blue coloured water.

I sat down on a frosted bench; trees surrounding me like a  cliched fairy tale scene.

The Bluebell Wood by James P

The blue bell wood    
I pushed through an army of trees to find an ancient woodland, filled with a sea of blue bells. I opened the corroded gate to enter the woodland. The gate was old and made from rotting wood; crumbling under my fingers.

I inhaled the smell of spring freshening the air, coming from the carpet of blue bells. New born rabbits where hoping over logs and passing stunningly, beautiful flowers.

Sitting on a fallen tree log brought back memories which started flooding through my mind there was one about a camping trip when I was twelve.

Utter silence was broken by the distant call of a wood pigeon, which emanated from the horizon.


I pushed back through the army of trees and back through the corroded gate to leave the woodland.

The Bluebell Woods by Tom K

The Blue-Bell Woods

A soothing feeling of tranquillity washed over as I stumbled over the dark brown, ancient gate. I dropped my bag in admiration at my stunning surroundings and was instantly taken-aback by the pungent scent of a million blue-bells that swirled around the trees; perfuming the woodland. Wow. Everything was silent aside from the melodic sound of a skylark complimenting its surroundings and the faint whoosh of the whispering wind as it tickled my cheek.

Further into the wood, majestic oaks stood sentinel marking their place, while their branches swayed together as if they were sharing a secret. Just below, diamonds of dew shimmered on frail cobwebs in the first few winks of sunlight that filtered through a canopy of branches. Amazing.


With that (A fairly good impression to the woods) I hoisted my rucksack onto my back and ventured into the vibrant blue-bells that triggered fond memories of my child-hood.

The Bluebell Woods by Gabriella

The Bluebell Woods

From left to right, forward and beyond, the elegant bluebells covered the overgrown forest floor. Together they merged into a blanket of pure beauty. Each towering tree told its own story; unique and fascinating. Running through the glorious forest reminded me of my childhood dreams. Golden rays of light pierced the forest sky, lighting up just a few bluebells, as well as my heart. Branches snagged at my summer clothes, brambles grabbed at feet. The forest, as graceful as a flock, swayed in the warm, calm wind. Pollen floated around like leaves in the autumn.

Natural beauty has many admirers, I have become one of them.

Tuesday 3 February 2015

Ostia Setting Description by Jack B, 4CP

It was a lovely, scorching day in Ostia, where everything was busy on another Market Monday. As usual he could hear people watching chariot races in taverns, gamblers gambling for money and people cursing under their breath as kids sea-gulled around, pestering the grown-ups.

He could see the dusty hills of Ostia spurting out dust on the wonderful landscape as carts hurtled down the paths, with people scattering to try and avoid them. Then there’s Decimus Caesar’s jewellery shop, which is always the fullest and sometimes he has to call the cops because of robberies. There was the ordinary bustle of people around the snake stone, found by his uncle, the Emperor Julius Caesar.

Peter and the Wolf Writing, 4CP

Children in year 4 have been doing artistic responses to Prokofiev's music for Peter and the Wolf and the Oscar-nominated animation of the story.  Here are some of 4CP's written pieces.

Kyira
 
 
Jacob
 
 
Charlie



 


Sunday 1 February 2015

Sleeping Beauty and her Godmother by Poppy, 5EG

A long time ago, in a far-away kingdom, there lived a king called Sir King and a queen called Queen Away.  One day, the queen's baby was born and they called her Aurora.  She didn't have much hair but you could just about see her golden locks.  Aurora also had sky-blue eyes, rosy-red cheeks and also rosy-red lips.

Because Maleficent was so kind and generous to the baby, the King and Queen made her Aurora's fairy godmother.  To celebrate the baby's birthday, they threw a massive fancy-dress party with flashing disco lights, ballroom dancing music, brightly-coloured balloons and ruby-red roses.

After the party, Maleficent took Aurora to the Magical Moors and showed her all the fairies.  Last but not least, Maleficent showed her the Tree of Life where the three main fairies were waiting to grant some gifts to the child. 

Flora, the red fairy, said softly and gently, "I wish for you to have beautiful, golden, wavy hair."
Then Forna, the green fairy, giggled whilst saying, "Sweet Aurora, I wish for you to be loved by every animal."

Then suddenly there was a deafening scream and a loud cackle.  Far away in the distance they saw a spooky shadow.  Scared, the fairies hid behind the king and queen and started squealing like little mice.  Soon enough, the shadow was no longer a shadow - it was an evil fairy called...Maleficent!

As quick as a flash, the king, queen, Aurora and the three fairies sprinted out of the moors up the hills to the castle grounds.  Suddenly, right in front of them was Maleficent.  She snatched the baby off the queen and standing granting her curse, "Before the sunsets on her 16th birthday, she shall fall down a well and break all her bones so she can't get out!"

Then she disappeared out of nowhere...