Otley All Saints CE Primary School Blog

Year 2 thought about the different features of Otley that particularly appealed to them, and then put them into a poem. Here are a few of my favourite lines from their work.
Ellie and Mya
Otley is a sturdy bridge sitting in the cold, blue water.
Harry G and Grace
Otley is a wonderful, flowing river
Otley is a busy, noisy bus station.
Harry H, Jack and Sam
Otley is a big, windy Chevin with bumpy rocks and spiky trees.
Maisie
Otley is the splashing, sapphire river swaying, bubbling under the swans.
Chloe
Otley is a dark forest full of green, gigantic trees and perfect pink bushes.
Christopher S
Otley is a park shouting with laughter.
Charlotte J
Otley is the arched bridge with a fast, wavy river flowing underneath.
William
Otley is a silvery, sapphire, deep river where children like to feed the ducks and swans.
Christopher C and Alfie
Otley is the peaceful, wavy, glinting river floating under the arching bridge.
Lily and Noel
Otley is the old ticking clock telling people on the market the time.

Year 4 have been learning to write Haiku recently. We have been thinking about the history of Haiku writing from Master Basho over 300 years ago right up to the present day. We’ve been thinking about taking a snapshot of our environment without using a camera – using only words.

Haiku look easy to write, but to write a good haiku is very challenging. Children have been thinking about the idea of showing not telling – this means to describe something not just tell the reader what it is. Tricky! However, I think Year 4 made a fantastic job of it and that’s why I have decided to publish every single poem! See if you can see the image being described in your head. If you like the poems, why not leave us a comment! Here they are (a few to follow):

What a funny plant
A big green bouncy castle
It absorbs water.
(Tommy)

A small thick black dot
Followed by a smooth tail
Swims in pond water.
(Daniel)

A dog in the sky
Made from water and dust
unable to run.
(Erin)

Clusters of colour
Painting the world peacefully
The ground’s a canvas.
(Holly)

Gentle dancing suns
Some never wake back up
Some try to reach for the sky.
(Emma)

Sad, friendless bushes
standing there, spikey branches
hardly life, no light.
(Jack)

Spring is here
Small bright suns all around
But they will have to go.
(James)

A burst of colours, Spring.
A green sea lights up our world
Yellow dots live, then die.
(Harvey)

Spring brings happiness
In the end it bows its head
To a certain death.
(Joseph)

Red and cheaping
Now they are dancing
Spots in the sky.
(Andrew)

Telephones ring all day
at Spring to 6pm
After that it starts again.
(Morgan)

Towering high
Emerald buds exploding from branches
Tallest mountains.
(Eve)

As yellow as the sun
Bees collecting pollen from it
Gives the world colour.
(Roman)

Shiny, silver
Staying still in the sky
In their blanket of cloud.
(Emily)

Sat there on the bush
Patiently waiting for food
Was a small creature.
(Louis)

Thin old branches hang
Dead against the Winter sky
Spring colour bursts out.
(Olivia)

Shining bright up high
Like little diamonds in the sky
How I adore night.
(Miriam)

Fireworks unfurling
Heads bowed in reverence
The earth is my soul.
(Scarlet)

Here’s our second random box poem:

In our box we will put:

The dark dull digestive on a Friday

The first sight of my calm, gentle little brother and the last hug of my old, kind granddad

The first call of my mum

In our box we will put

The first daylight shimmering on the salty sea

The first sight of Mount Analsh

The first cry if a cute kitten, just being born

And the twinkle of a night sky star

In our box we will put:

The scorching fire of a beautiful pure red dragon

The first screech of a baby eagle

The biggest mansion ever

And the jingle of church bells

Our box is fashioned from

The left over chalk on a black board

Has the flexibility of a rubber shoe

With stars that have fallen from the dark, blue, midnight sky

The steam of a marble volcano and the first lock of hair from a new born unicorn.

Its hinges are the water of Indian crystal lake

We shall

fly in our box through a door that never ends

Reach the first pearl in the world

Space walk in the jet black universe while building a fortress around us

And eat millions of chocolate monsters

We’ve been looking at the poetry of Kit Wright recently in Year 4 and particularly his Magic Box poem. We all had a go at adding something marvelous to a collaborative Y4 box this morning, and then pulled some things back out to turn them into a class poem. Here are our ideas waiting to go in the:

And here they are transformed into a class poem:

Bit hard to see I know, so here is the finished poem: 

We will put in our box

The first ground of the Inteleope

The first strum of a guitar coloured chocolate

The first golden Ka-Ka ever seen today

The blue of a bluebell 

We will put in our box

The water from a Karajacekn Fjord

The valley of black sail with all of its vegetation and wildlife

Wind sweeping round the flowers in the shining green grass

Fresh snow from Greenland

We will put in our box

The noise of a helicopter

The sophisticated roar of the smallest scarlet lion, heard for the first time

The smell of a divine chocolate ice cream

The last breath of the last king on a golden throne 

Our box is fashioned from

The fluff from a cloud

The finest gold from the first earring

The silver of the great shining moon overhead

The fur of the last bear cub

We shall

Run in our box, on the longest running track in the universe and

Fly through the night air on the back of a beautiful phoenix

We’ll go on an adventurous journey to Tagaji to retrieve the rare blue flower of hope and life

And we’ll fly through the air like an eagle

In the land of…

I saw ladybirds that weighed a ton,
I saw a bakery that had no bun,
I saw runners that couldn’t run,
In the land of Sing Ding Dong Cloudy Song.

Everybody I talked to wanted a lolly,
Everybody seemed to be carrying a dolly,
Nearly everybody was called Polly,
In the land of land of Sing Ding Dong Cloudy Song.

By Ruth

Fantastic Facts

In Spain
Whenever it starts to rain
It stops the main train.

In the Bahamas
People must wear pyjamas
To pick bananas.

In Japan
A man hid his fan
In his brand new frying pan.

In the land of . . . . .

I was sold a torch which gave out black light,
I saw bats that were scared of dark night,
Loads of ferrets who couldn’t bite,
In the land of nig nag nog

All umbrellas have holes in the middle,
Monsters are scared of a small feather tickle,
Babies are so calm, not one wiggle,
In the land of nig nag nog.

By Joshua

Fantastic Facts

In France,
The people don’t dance,
They prance.

In Spain
It is a pain,
As there’s always plenty of rain.

In the Bahamas,
The llamas don’t harm us,
As they have had bananas.

By Ruth

By Niamh
I saw this man who was scared of
the dark,
He was like a dog barking all night.
His wife called him a lark
In the land of Nibbo Wibbo.
In the land of Nibbo Wibbo
I saw a forest without any trees,
I saw some flowers without any bees,
I saw a mouse that had lost it’s cheese
In the land of Nibbo Wibbo.

I rode my bike, which gives off black light,
And startled some toast which was afraid of white light.
Then I saw some tights dancing with kites
In the land of PIG PAG PUG.

I like black knights who fly white kites,
And scare ghosts which take bright notes,
Then float in goats which hate grey oats,
In the land of PIG PAG PUG.

by Tom

I saw a post man with no mail.
I saw a boat without a sail.
I swam in the sea but found no whale,
In the land of Bing Bang Beth.

I saw a bat that was scared of the dark.
I saw a dog that had lost its bark .
I saw a hippo called Mark,
In the land of Bing Bang Beth.
By Bethany