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Saturday April 23rd - Looking for Atlantis

We began the session this week by finding fabulous phrases and sentences from a magnetic poetry set. After then reading the wonderful picture book 'Looking for Atlantis' by Colin Thompson, the children chose a picture or image from the book and wrote poems or stories inspired by that picture. Some of the children incorporated lines from the starter activity into their writing, with wonderfully original results.

My Book Adventure


I was just reading my book when I fell into it and I was on the table. I saw a big book with a hole in it but I didn’t go through it but now I wish I had because the tablecloth was turning into a river and a water fountain was starting to appear out of nowhere. I started to feel worried but that’s when I saw it – a boat sailing on a magnifying glass. “This will help me.” I said. “Oh, but how can I get on?” I turned around and started walking backwards, oh, but then I fell off. Luckily I landed on the boat. This boat might save me now but not for long “Aaaaaaaaoooooouuuuuaaaaa.”


Yes I have fallen into the wrong book. Yes it is nice, but no, I have said it wrong, it is HORRIBLE! Oh but look there’s another door. Let’s go through. Yes I’m home again. This book was amazing. I’ll just read this boo        Aaaag I’M IN THE WRONG BOOK!


By Katie

Saturday 14th November - Diary Writing

We began our session this week by chatting to each other about what kind of week we’d had. We then discussed how writing a diary can be a good way to get into the mind of a character. We looked at some famous diaries in children’s literature (Wimpey Kid, Anne Frank, Diary of  a Killer Cat) before having a go at creating a character and writing that character's school diary. We tried to make this more fun and imaginative by thinking of some weird and wonderful schools…


Dear Diary,


I landed on (what I thought was) a flower but then it wriggled and giggled. Me, my self, suddenly realised it was the head-teacher of my owner’s school. So I quickly fluttered away. Me and my butterfly friends don’t have a school like that, we have it in a tree and everybody’s a butterfly, not a human!! Even our teachers are butterflies! Our school has wings, everything has wings! I just can’t believe it. I have beautiful multi-coloured wings. All my friends just have boring one-colour wings. So I think I’m very special.


By Erin

Saturday 17th October - Light part 2!

This week we used three painting to explore the differences between electric light, the light cast by the sun, moon and stars, and candle-light. The resulting poems were all so good I couldn't help but include them all here!

Eliza the Light


She turns me off then when she goes she calls “Bye Eliza”

and then she’s gone.

I’m all lonely for hours on end, finally she comes,

water’s pouring down her face, so she turns my friend Fai on

who lives above me. Fair whirls around me,

one of my arms get caught in her

and don’t attach to me again until Fai turns

off. Now the girl’s not all watery

and she’s in bed reading a book.




Firework Fingers


My long orange fingers make colourful patterns.

The patterns are zig-zags, straight lines and curls.

They come in all colours like red, green and blue

and sometimes they’re rainbow and colourful

for you! On bonfire night they shoot through

the sky, the crowd goes wild like booming

baboons. Fireworks are big,

fireworks are colourful,

fireworks have patterns just for you.

My blond, yellow hair, my bright coloured colours,

my long orange fingers keep me happy

all the time all thanks from you.


By Katie

Do You Know How I Feel?




Lonely when they walk straight past me.

Lonely when they don’t use me.

Lonely when they blow me out.


Do you know what I see?


The light


The light I give to the room.

The light I put all my energy into producing.

I light I waste my power making.


Do you know what I hear?



The crackle my flame gives.

The crackle I give as my call for help,


when I hear the human coming,

to blow me out.


by Keeley




Listen, my crackling voice echoes around the cave, making it shake.

When people come in I’m crowded but lonely.

When they go I flicker and I slowly fade away.



My Light



My orange and green sparks spread all around the world.

They make little squiggles and then the squiggles get

bigger until they ….



They bang

they bang

they bang

they bang

they die then a new one is born


                                    I wish I could be

more colourful!


Who wants to say bye!


but any way bye bye.


By Caitie



Sometimes we feel like the best part of the sun

broken into tiny pieces. Our hair drifts over the

church steeple making a beautiful glowing

bird’s nest. Most of the time we are

shining bright under the horizon.

We glimmer holding a big bright lantern

to our tiny hearts. All of our hearts

are quickly beating to the sound of a

villager breathing while sleeping.


We are tired of being up here.



Stars, Sun and the Moon

I dance around the sky calling my friends.

I see the huge ball of light. I know I am smaller but bright.

I make pictures with friends in the sky, dreaming.

Watching rockets passing by humans to fly.

Looking at the silvery ball in the sky wishing I was nearby,

feeling sad and bad but happy and glad.

Shining bright satisfying children with my light.


Saturday 3rd October - Light
It is National Poetry Day on October 8th, and the theme is 'light'. With this is mind we spent time this week watching the way bubbles, feathers and paper airplanes move through the room, and coming up with as many words as we could to describe them. We then thought about other things which are light - dust, a kite, confetti etc. - before writing a poem about one of these things. I was thrilled with the precision and detail the children put into their poems...

Graceful Bird


White, black, blue, orange –

In an enchanted forest

An oval shape

Flies to his nest.

As huge as a football he flies.


By Lila




A bird’s eyelash gently drifting through the sky.

It lands on my hand,

I put it in a pot

and carry it home.

I take it out and put it in a jar and put it under my pillow.

I get into bed and fall asleep and I feel myself gently drifting

into another world…..


by Josie


The Butterfly!


As small as a petal of a flower

Flies for nectar every hour

Super silky

                   Very pinky

Lives in fields dances on its heels.


By Caitie


Little Blue Bird


Little blue bird

outside my window

tap, tap, tap make yourself heard.


As big as an elephant

yet, as small as an ant

but, you are a little blue bird.


I love your unusual shape, as you fly

as fast as a cheetah.


So little blue bird

don’t fly away

please come back

and see me again.


By Keeley



Butterflies, rainbow-coloured

Butterflies, they’re symmetrical

Butterflies, super silky

Butterflies, they’re sometimes powdery

Butterflies, they live in the sparkly blue sky

Butterflies, they’re as small as a mouse’s eye,

Butterflies, they fly gracefully.


Butterflies, I love them.


By Erin

Saturday 19th September - Excuses!
After checking we all knew what was meant by an excuse, we read the wonderfully imaginative book 'A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to School' by Davide Cali and Benjamin Chaud. The children then worked very hard to produce their own excuse-filled stories, with some wonderfully entertaining results!

Why Haven’t You Done Your Homework?

“Why haven’t you done your homework?”

Well, it’s a long, long, LONG story. It all started when I WAS doing my homework and two cheeky monkeys came in. One distracted me. And the other ripped my homework out of the book and put how to make a paper airplane on the table. So because I love airplanes so much I made my homework into a paper airplane and accidentally…


Yes … threw it out of the window. So I chased after it into the woods and I bumped into Hansel and Gretel. They were lost.

“What about the plane?”

So I helped them get to their Grandma’s.

And ….. I lost my homework.

by Erin

Why I Don't Have my P.E Kit

Well, it's a long story. Here goes...

When I walked out of the front door I saw an alien and it took my P.E kit. It jumped into their space-ship. I grabbed on and it took off. I started floating up because there was no gravity. When I floated up I grabbed my P.E kit and floated back down because the P.E bag was heavy.
When I finally got to school I remembered I had left my P.E kit on the pavement and it rolled onto the road and got run over by a monster truck.

by Lila

Saturday 13th June

Response Poems

Well done to all the children today who worked so very hard and came up with such impressive pieces! We played a game where one child drew a simple shape on the board, and another was invited to turn the shape into a picture. A square became a book, a round shape was turned into a dog eating a bone, a squiggle became an alien and an angular shape became people watching a film at the cinema! The point was to demonstrate that it's okay to borrow words (or shapes) and ideas from other poems as inspiration for your own. We went on to say that a whole line can be copied from a poem as long as you acknowledge the poem it's from. We worked on a group 'spring-board' poem - where you take a line from a poem and use it as the first line in your own, fresh piece. The children then hunted for single lines from a poem which had been cut up and stuck around the library, using these as inspiration for their own new piece of work.

The original poem which had been cut up was from a wonderful book called The Language of Cat by Rachel Rooney:

On the Way Back


I collect my own good luck:

look out for yellow cars,

kick stones in drains, first time,

and touch the wooden-only gates

of houses passing by.

I’ll be all right.

The lights have changed from green to red

before I count to ten.

And still the flashing man is bleeping

as I step up on the pavement.

I’ve made my own good luck.

I’m clutching fistfuls of the stuff.

Maybe this time there’s just enough

to keep me safe

until this journey’s over.


Rachel Rooney

Here are the fabulous responses:

The Strange Shop

As I step upon the pavement

I see a shop selling fog, selling fog, fog?

Really, is it magic fog or is it normal?

I don’t know, what do you think?

I think we’re in Strange Land;

Look there is a shop selling words,

I’m going to go and get some now.



Before I Count to Ten

Before I count to ten

I will ride on a unicorn,

See Vikings,

Go around the world bare-footed,

Read one hundred stories,

Go into space,

Ride six trucks,

Ride seven tractors,

Ride eight cranes,

Build nine houses,

Find ten monkeys

Now I’ve counted to ten I will start



Erin D

The Wild Search

I search

high and low

going round and round my house

looking over and under

I turn my pockets inside-out

I take out fistfuls of stuff.


Looking inside pages of books

I crawl through the royal door

I find it!

I find lots and lots

I go back through the blue door

And write.


To Keep Me Safe


To keep me safe I’ll

Lock my doors

Hide my books

Paste glue on the door-step

And give my neighbours weird funny looks.

I’ll hide my face

In a hat

And hide my toys under the mat.

I’ll take pennies out of my pockets

And hide them in the cellar.

Erin B

The Important Meeting

I was on my way to an important meeting in my white and purple new shiny car. I was driving over the speed limit 40 when it was only 20. Suddenly the light changed from green to red. I stopped. I thought I was gonna be tardy! I needed to get on the motorway because it took three hours to get there but I had already wasted one hour in traffic! But phew! The speed limit was 90! I was on time!



What I Saw

On the way back I saw

a church made out of paper

it looked unusual but it wasn’t

as unusual as this –

an elephant wearing sunglasses

and high-heels.


I Collect My Own Good Luck


I’m really lucky.


‘Cos I collect my own good luck.

Where and why?

From streets, mountains and train

stations because I want

luck for tonight’s scrambled eggs.


Saturday 17th January - The Great Title Randomiser!
We had an inspired and hard-working session this week. The children worked in groups to come up with weird and wonderful titles that combined an abstract noun, an adjective and a noun. They then rose to the challenge of using one of the titles as inspiration for a story.

The Fear of the Slimy Table

It happened in Spain in a very scary house. There were always dark rooms and the house was normally quiet and lonely.
One day the table got very scared because it was going to the tip and was going to be broken because the owners of it thought it was too old. But before it went to the tip they covered it in slime. Luckily it had an idea so it made a table out of rubbish so the people thought that was the real one but it wasn’t.
So that was the plan. The table ran away forever. And that was the story of the fear of the slimy table.


By Daisy
The Anger of the Smooth Handbag
One day there was an angry smooth handbag called Francesca. Francesca was a purple handbag and every time her owner picked her up her leather ripped under her eyes and on her nose. That's why she was so angry. A few days later she was so ripped that her owner stuck Francesca with black sticky tape on her eyes and nose and threw her in the dump. The sun went down and Francesca felt most angry indeed.
In the morning she got out of her handbag and went to town to find another bag. She was very surprised because she found a bronze and shiny lovely handbag. She fell over with a thump and the shop-keeper picked her up like a baby and said "Would you like this bronze one?" Francesca said "Yes, please!" and she bought it, climbed in and walked through the street forgetting her anger. She stopped because a little girl picked her up and brought Francesca to her Mum and Francesca was never angry again.
by Caitie
8th November - Letter Poems
We began our session by thinking about the kinds of letters we write, and the differences between letters and poems. Having highlighted line and stanza breaks as one of those differences, we looked at William Carlos Williams's famous poem, 'This is Just to Say', laid out as a letter. The children worked together to discuss where they thought the line breaks should go, before comparing their ideas to the original. They then chose an idea from the list they had come up with at the beginning, and had a go at writing their own letter poems.

Dear Beloved Eric

To/dear beloved Eric,

I just wanted to say
I miss you I love you,
I wish your heart would start
working again.
I've got something for you.
It's this letter.
Goodbye, I'm going now.
I'll miss you.

I love you.
Josie xxx

Josie, 7

Tooth Fairy

When my second tooth fell out
it felt like a bad-tempered giant,
or a cat's claw digging into my gum,
or a dog's tail wacked it like a springy branch.

Or somebody tugging pink gum off it,
or maybe a pair of tweezers
using its strength to pull it out.

Erin, 8

Sea Crazy

Sorry Dad that your best coffee cup
but anyway
today I'm going to Cornwall
to see the sea and the boats
and to swim with my Mummy and the dolphins.

Griff, 6

27th September - Story Generators
We had lots of fun this week making traditional fortune-tellers from squares of paper. We came up with some ideas for characters and story settings and wrote these on our fortune tellers. When we tried the fortune tellers out on each other we received one character and one setting each. Our challenge was to turn these into a story!

The Penguin and the Chocolate House

Once there was a penguin called Biscuit and he lived in a tree next to a big space. "Mum, am I old enough to go and play in the space yet?" asked Biscuit.
"Yes," said his Mum "but be careful."
"I will" he said. He jumped down and landed on something, something big, something very big. But it was invisible. It was rough and scratchy. I forgot to tell you he loves chocolate and today was big chocolate. He went to get his pot of melted chocolate and spilt it suddenly over the invisible object. The melted chocolate showed it was an invisible house but now it was a chocolate house.

by Keeley 

Isabella the Tree-Frog and the Human Body

Once there was a tree-frog called Isabella. Isabella lived in a rough jungle. One day Izzy found a delicious juicy fruit. She took a bite and in an instant she found herself in a human's body. She wondered what to do. Then she had a plan. If she bounced so much someone else might hear the human that Izzy was in and take that human to the hospital. And the doctor might say to him "Say aaaaahh" and Izzy would be able to hop out and have a happy life.

by Josie

13th September - The Language of Colour

It was really lovely to see the children again this week and to hear some of their summer holiday adventures. We also welcomed two new participants who settled in well and worked very hard on their poems. We began by sharing our favourite colours with a partner, and then came up with ideas for flowers, items of clothing etc. that are that colour. We had fun rummaging around amongst lots of colour charts from B & Q, picking out our favourites and reading aloud some of the wonderful names. After choosing a few we particularly liked, we spent the rest of the session weaving the language into poems, with some wonderfully inspired and inspiring results.

The First Day of May

The first day of May
is blazing like
storybook sundown
in my hair, shows me
the steelhead red

by Griff, 6

My Colours

There is lavender in my garden
blazing as I eat my lunch. I am very
hot and my cheeks turn pink pizzazz. After
lunch we do writing and I see Josie's
pen going wiggle wiggle wiggle turning
the air magenta manicure.

by Mia, 7

Colour Poem

Marble green on the grass below,
golden beat on the sun above.
Lime fizz the colour of a small turquoise lime.
Lemon grass sorbet the colour of the tip of a small
green leaf.
Tidy white like a small part of my room.

by Erin, 8

A Poem That Gives No Clues in its Title

The bright Autumn sunshine makes
my new jumper turn Autumn beach,
turns tranquil seas on the kitchen sink,
turns grenouille on the fresh grass,
turns my cut wine cask,
turns the sand deep autumn.
So that's why I think sunshine
is never one colour.

by Betty, 7

21st June - What is a Snorgh??

We began by discussing what a Snorgh could possibly be and what it might look like, then developed out ideas to consider a Snorgh's character. We then read the wonderful book The Snorgh and the Sailor by Will Buckingham and Thomas Docherty - about a strange creature called a Snorgh and a rabbit-sailor - before going straight into writing our own pieces about what happened next:

More Adventures

The Snorgh and the Sailor landed on Rose Island. "Cool" said the Snorgh. There were lots of lovely roses, but did they eat the lovely roses? Yes they did. The rabbit grew and grew a tiny bit and the Snorgh turned into a rabbit. What could he do? Nothing. Should he do something? They found some more roses. They made a house out of them but they had too many so they planted some outside and lived together forever.

by Morgan (6)

7th May - Creating a Fairy-Tale

Today we rolled dice today to choose fairy-tale elements - such as the character, setting, object, build-up ideas, problems and the ending -  from lists of six on the board. Our challenge was then to write a short fairy-tale incorporating each element.

Evelyn, 7, worked very hard throughout the session to come up with this wonderful story:

Wicked and Beautiful Queen


Once upon a time, in a wicked castle, lived a wicked queen. She loved to play tricks on people and lots of other horrid things. She always wore a deep red gown with a long pitch-black and purple cloak and red wedges.


One day a beautiful queen arrived near by the wicked queen, Madonna. She was jealous of this gorgeous queen and her magnificent, magic castle.


The beautiful queen had a secret, everyone knew she had one but no-one knew the real secret. It was when the lovely queen was a princess she danced with a prince, in glass slippers and she had kept one for a memory. But last month he died so she moved to live in a magic-land.


Suddenly Madonna heard something … she looked on the window-sill and she saw a miniature gold bag with silver strings on it. Madonna opened it and there was an emerald stone, it was her secret.  


She wished on it every day and it became her hero. Then from that day on she got everything she wanted. But that is not the end …


Madonna heard a trumpet and suddenly a cute little elf came out of the path, told Madonna off for stealing his bag and stone. She was taken to prison. She begged to get out, but the elf said “Never!”


Two years after Madonna changed and the elf and Madonna made friends when the elf let her out. Then the elf asked Madonna to marry him and she said “Yes”. And they lived happily ever after, and the beautiful queen was her bridesmaid.


26th April - Alphabet Poems

After thinking of words for each letter of the alphabet, we looked closely at a poem by Rachel Rooney called 'Nought to Nine' which finds images to represent numbers. We then worked together to think of ways of illustrating different letters of the alphabet, before writing poems drawn from our ideas. Lots of the children chose to think of a different image for each letter of their name. Below is a selection of the wonderful results:

D    A hill turned on its side.
a    People doing gymnastics.
i     A straight bit of spaghetti with a meat-ball on top.
s    Wavy hair.
y    Someone dipping their feet in the pool.

S    Some spaghetti.
i     Someone lying flat on the floor with someone else on top rolled in a ball.
n    A slide.
d    A leg wearing a boot.
e    A balloon on a string.
n    An upside-down swing.

E    Half a triangle makes a perfect hat.
r     A dangling stalk of a flower makes a fabulous r.
i     A pencil case with a key-ring hanging off makes an amazing I.
n    A big grassy hill is a brilliant type of n.

i    An exclamation mark doing a roly-poly.
     A line of spaghetti with a meat-ball on top!
s    Noodles slithering silently.
      S on a circle stop sign!
a    Apple on its side with a stalk poking out,
     An orange with a pen stuck in it!
b    A ball with a pencil lined up next to it,
      A party blower curled up.
e    Twisted hair,
      Humpty-dumpty with legs pointing right!
l     Candy-cane turned around,
      Plain chopstick. 
l     Strand of hair,
      Apple stalk.
a    Hibernating hedgehog with its tiny tail! 

22nd March

After describing our favourite things to each other and finding ways to express what makes them special, we used the images we had gathered to create Mothers' Day poems. Here is Caitie's heartfelt piece:


You are my colour blue floating in my eyes,
You are the face in my Victorian lemonade ,
You are my pizza soothing in my throat ,
You are the ruby red petals floating on my rose,
You are Santa flying through the freezing air,
You make me feel so new,
You are my mummy,
but that can't be any different.

Caitie, 6

10th March

More wonderful news! Mika, Isabella, Georgia, Betty and Keeley have had their monster poems accepted to be published in a special anthology by Young Writers!!! Congratulation to them, and to all those who entered their work. 

8th February - Monster Poems

Fabulous news! Regarding last session's work, congratulations are due to Josie, Keeley and Amelia who were chosen to read their poems at the ONCA prize-giving event!!! Keeley was awarded runner-up; Josie and Amelia won third prize. Well done to them, and to all who took part.

At this week's session, after conjuring images of monsters from our imaginations onto paper, we wrote poems telling a story about the characters we had created. The poems will be entered into the Young Writers Monster Poetry Competition - good luck everyone!

My Monster Follows Me Everywhere

I went to London, my monster came as well.
He followed me around in the park.
My monster came to London
shouting "you silly chicken doo"!
My monster did of course do a poo
but then he ran round the park
screaming "doing ooh I do eat a ....
sneeze achoo!"
Then he saw another monster by the name of Tootsie.
My monster is called Mr Hairy
and he only eats a food called the foodamabill.


Monster meets a friend


Spider Legs was walking to his favourite place

when he came across a familiar face.

That familiar face happened to be

a boy he just saw up a tree.

That boy he saw climbed down the tree

and said “Hey, catch that bee!”


Because he wanted to be his friend,

He ran and ran until the end.

And then he saw it — this was his chance

A net! A net! He wanted to dance

And then again, this must be a miracle

The bee, the bee, he found it hooray!



My Pear (monster)

One day, my pear was glowing bright,
I didn't really care,
My teeth bit loudly into it
Then I realised it wasn't a pear!

A huge, evil, kind monster gave me a stare,
One side red with anger,
The other bright and cheerful yellow,
This was warning me of danger!

We went to Teddy Fair Land
And destroyed a rubbish game,
Everybody stared at us,
We would definitely get the blame!

So this day with my pear
Was wonderfully extreme,
Maybe this will happen
With my small string bean?


The Monsters of Christmas

On Christmas day I met a monster who came from Rainbow Land. She was scared at first, but then she got used to me. She was called Rainbow Rust. One day she said to me, ’I want to go to Swimmy land to meet my friend Pickly the mermaid monster.’

 ‘What does she look like?’ I said.

‘She’s got some beautiful yellow spikes and super red lips.’

 Where does she live?’

‘She lives in Iggle Piggle Friggle Wiggle land.’

‘When is her birthday?’

‘The 6th of July.’

‘It’s the 6th of July today,’ I said in a rush.

‘Well, let’s go then!’ Before I could say ‘Let’s go’, we were off. When we were there, we landed right beside Pickly’s tail.

‘Hello,’ said Pickly.

‘Hello to you too, you wonderful monster.’

 We sang happy birthday and then it was night.

‘Good night; no Knight.’


A Mermaid Monster in London

My monster comes from Swimmyland, he wishes he could go to London.

As it was Christmas, for a special treat I took him there.

He was all blue and green, he had a monster friend called Rainbow Rust.

We went through London underground and when we got out

we built a tunnel and then we poured water into the tunnel

and swam our way through the tunnel to meet the Queen.

As I was magic, I magicked up a snorkel for myself.

We saw moles digging next to us, they blocked our way

because they were making a little tunnel because they didn't want to get wet.

We heard gurgling and bumping sounds, and muffled talking.

We saw the queen and asked if we could fill up her palace with water.

She said "No, no, no!" I showed her the monster and she screamed "Ahhh!"

I said "He's a friendly monster, he's a mermaid and he needs water."

The queen said "Alright but only a room and he'll have to stay in there."

She said he could choose a room. He chose the room with her throne in.

She said "No, no, no - anything apart from this room."

So he chose the queen's private swimming pool

but then he suddenly said "I'd like to go back to Swimmyland".

The queen said "Anyway, why did you come here? It's my private time

and I was talking to the president so button-up and go away!"

My monster and I swam back through the underground tunnels to Swimmyland.



One hot morning I walked to school.

The teachers said "You're gonna do something cool."

I drew a monster, it scared my bud Aiden Foster.

At the end of the day we got to take it home

And suddenly he turned alive! I grabbed a comb,

I don't know why. He didn't scare me at night.

Maybe because I named him Mustache.

I was amazed because he could write in English,

He wrote "Can I go to a cloud?"

"Ok," I whispered, "that is weird!"


Uncle Desert for Freddi

One day I flew to France

and I met a humungous monster, he was called Freddi.

We went to Disney Land and you could smell

sweet candy-floss and sizzling sausages

and sweets from miles around.

First we met Mickey Mouse, he ran away in terror.

Second we went on a ride and the monster grunted

Blonzy wonzy wam usonzy ergonseyzonta

which translated into English

as we are in everyone else is out.

Third we bought a Mickey Mouse diary

and Freddi wrote loads of weird stuff in it.

Then we took an aeroplane (it was some time to get him in)

and went to Brighton and Freddi gobbled up my uncle in one gulp!


Where am I?

One day I found that there were two blinking lamps under my bed.

But when I tried to take them out, a monster came out instead.

He was tall and dark with a long, thin tail

and when he walked, his prints left a trail.

When he turned away he picked me up and took me to his town.

He turned me round, up and down - all my money fell on the ground.

Then he licked me and said yummy and shoved me down his tummy.

It was a bit of a squash but then I found I lost my dosh!

I felt all around and suddenly I made a sound.

Help! Help! I'm not on the ground, please someone help me!

The wood-cutter in the forest really started to worry,

He cut open the monster's belly.

Then all was quiet, all was calm

and I stepped out with only one arm.


25th January
After warming up our imaginations by describing ourselves or someone close to us as a fruit, a colour or something very tiny, we drew a huge bin on the board and filled it with a list of things we throw away. We then imagined what we could create from a piece of rubbish. We will be entering our work into a competition run by 'ONCA' - an environmental art gallery in Brighton whose aim is to explore the relationship between art and our culture's attitude to waste. They are inviting poems and stories entitled 'A Waste of Space'. The gallery currently houses an interactive exhibition where visitors can get inside a greenhouse full of paper dots! Find out more at www.onca.org.uk

A Waste of Space

I am a little crisp packet
and my eater can make me into robot-skin,
a parachute for her small teddies,
a small pillow-case for her dog or cat.
She could make me into a small carrier-bag
or a water-carrier.
Maybe she might make me friends with her teddies
or maybe a crisp-packet little house.
But now she is finished with me
she is making me into.......... a parachute!


A Waste of Space

If I found a piece of fluff hanging off a bin
I would probably say it is a tiny rabbit and name it Bob.
It would meet my bunny Bobby and ride on its back.

If I found two pencil-leads
I would turn them into snow-boards
and give them to my fluff Bob - such fun!


A Waste of Space

Rub me, rub me into a dripping sponge that's turned into a tinkling icicle.
Unexpectedly just look at me, please turn me into a doll's house.
Bubble, bubble, bubble-pot, don't throw me away - create something else.
Burn me, burn me into some fluffy white clouds,
Ice-cubes melting into a white flamingo
Swooping through the sky as a little piece of rubbish.
Help me, catch me, don't throw me away - turn me into something else.


A Waste of Space

Rubbish on the floor.
Unknown colours in the arty bin.
Big piles of art being wasted.
Broken pencils and pens, paper, fluff and stickers.
Ice-covered waste and bins.
Smashed glass everywhere.
Hair and fluff.


A Waste of Space

1. You could turn a half-eaten burger into a toy.
Wait until it is hard and the add a face and you can give it to a dog for a squeaky toy.
2. You could use a piece of hair and make a nice head for a big doll.
3. You could use a broken umbrella and turn it into a small umbrella for a glass drink,
a very small drink for a very hot summer's day so it does not taste boiling hot.
4. Use a crisp packet and make it into a balloon.


A Waste of Space

Away to the land-fill I go

Where waste has to go.
A piece of rubbish isn't much
So make it something to have fun with.
Turn it into something new
Every day will be fun it's true

Of course I could be a bit of fun if you believe
Fun is hidden within me.

Split me open rip me apart to find what to create.
Practise making things with rubbish
Art expert is you.
Credit will come for making me fun.
Everything will be clean if you follow my instructions.


A Waste of Space

A little mouse
has a yoghurt pot
a piece of string
and a packet of crisps
and glue.
He stuck them into.......
a hot air balloon.


11th January

It was really lovely to work with the children again this week, and welcome some new faces. After telling the group about their favourite Christmas present, the children listened attentively to the picture book 'Mole's Sunrise'. Mole is blind and so cannot see the sunrise, but his friends Vole, Squirrel and Sparrow use language so well to describe it that he sees the beautiful sight clearly in his mind. The children imagined they were describing their present to someone who could not see, and came up with some fabulous words and phrases which they turned into a poem or short descriptive piece.


Pink as lipstick.
The flowers are beautiful like a ladybug.
The pick is as red as fire burning.
The tune is loud as a lion roaring.
The strings are strong as an elephant.
The bumps are like a lump on your knee.



As black as a swirly-whirly wind-storm.
As big as an elephant's footprint
or maybe even a dinosaur's body standing up.
As breakable as a glass of water on a ginormous tray.
As heavy as boulders.


New Jumper

My jumper is warm and cosy,

The sequins on it look like jewels.

The dog on it looks happy.

I can’t think of anything warmer than it.

So come along and try it on,

It’s fun to be warm in the winter storm.

When I have it on I feel very cosy and cared for.

It makes me happy when I wear my dog,

So I will wear it lots in the winter after school.


The Angry Phone

I am Izzy's phone. I hate being a phone! Izzy's always tapping at my screen which was as smooth as baby's skin but now
it's covered in fingerprints. She is always changing my cases. One day I'm a pink penguin then I have a stripy back and I feel like a newspaper because I'm black and white. When she plays games I find it hard to breathe because she holds her finger over my nose. But when she takes me to school I get locked in the teacher's drawer. In the teacher's drawer I play with pens and staples. When she puts me to sleep I feel so calm I could just swim through a rainbow. But when I play music I have to turn my voice to (shout out loud!)

I came, I saw, took down those walls. Block one way I will find another!


Ipod Shuffle

Bronze as a medal.
Music like a xylophone.
Square as a chair.


My Penguin Onesie

Everyone describes me as kind just because I'm pink. Ooh how lovely, brilliant! They simply over-react! At Christmas my soft fur got pulled and tugged by adults fighting to buy me. WHICH HURTS! I hate being so fancy. Once my hood with my face on it got knocked by a horrible person and landed flat. (By the way, I kicked them.) My sticky feet got stuck to the floor. My smooth fur was partly ripped off. Oh no! They're taking me somewhere to put on more fluffy fur. They kindly checked my zippy zip was still working. Aaah! I'm hanging back up again, but this time in Isabella's wardrobe.


My Innotab

Mum I'm going to play on my Innotab.
Ok darling, what can you do on it?
Oh Mum you play on it.
Oh Mum you're boring.
I don't want you to be my Mum.
But darling you're my only son!


My Cool Tablet

It's as swirly white as snow and as heavy as a tray with one cup.
I will be angry as a rolo being eaten if you dare to take it away.
I might turn into an angry bird.
I can play games if I'm a bird!



Hello I'm Chloe's Samsung.
I've never seen the sunrise.
One day a little mouse knocked on my door
and said "I'm going to see the sunrise,
would you like to come?"
"Yes." So we walked and walked
and the stick was boulders falling off a cliff
until I saw the sunrise.


30th November - The Cat in the Window
Another lovely session this week with a group of hard-working, beautifully-behaved, inspired and inspiring children. We began by thinking about a window in a house and described what we could see through it to a partner. We then developed our ideas by thinking about how the view changed at different times of the day or night, through the year and in different types of weather. We then moved on to imagining a cat sitting in the window and thinking about what a cat might notice and how its view might be different from ours, before writing poems inspired by our conversations. Some children chose to write a shape poem, fitting their words into the outline of a cat, others preferred to write in their books, and one child went even further by challenging herself to write an acrostic poem. Here are the fabulous results:
Cat in the Window: What Do You See and Hear?
Bird in the trees swooshing here and there,
snow on the ground and snow falling here on the floor.
I see the trees spilling leaves on cars,
salt melting snow on the frosty roads.
I see people waving their arms and legs on the cold, cold ground.
My naughty whiskers tickle my fuzzy cheeks.
The wind whistles and whirls until night falls.
"What's that?" It's your naughty neighbours rattling away.
by Georgia, 7
Cat in the Window, What Do You See?
Snow pouring from the sky,
footprints leading to the door.
Now I see a rabbit looking at the sky,
and then it sees a fox.
Church looks as white as snow,
town is white because of snow.
Everything is white - 
I can see nothing else than white.
by Caitie, 6
Cat in the Window, What Do You Taste?
Cat in the window, what do you taste?
I taste the window.
What does it taste like?
It tastes like the cloud when it melts.
I taste a robin flying from the sky.
by Josie, 6
Cat in the Window, What Do You See and Feel?
Snowflakes are dropping like a waterfall
and like a graceful magic carpet.
Zooming lovely patterns!
A robin carried the snowflakes,
the mysterious patterns.
by Chloe, 6
Cat in the Window: This is What I Can See
I'm looking through the window,
this is what I can see, this is what I can see:
cracks in the decking, patterns on the leaves,
patterns on the leaves, this is what I can see.
I'm looking through my window, this is what I can see:
ash from the barbeque, lost ball, lost ball.
I'm looking through their window, this is what I can see:
apple tree, overgrown wall, overgrown wall.
I'm looking through our window, this is what I can see:
small shed, sleek bike, sleek bike.
I'm looking through a window!
by Benjamin, 7
Cat in the Window, What Do You See?
The world was black and white.
The trees were black, the ground was white.
All was calm, all was night.
Darkness filled the air.
The cat's bottom jaw dropped.
He saw icicles (he thought they were frozen mice).
He tried to break through the window but he couldn't.
"Why?" he thought. He never would now.
He got scared by snowmen.
The cat thought they were dogs.
So he jumped down with quivers.
The cat snuggled in his basket and fell asleep.
by Keeley, 8
Saturday 2nd November - Found Poems
Continuing with our theme of finding poetry in the world around us, this week we visited the library armed with clipboards, pens and heightened powers of observation! The children spent some time looking at printed words in the form of signs, books, CD and DVD covers, leaflets and even overheard conversation. They then used their notes as inspiration for poems.

Our Lives


Notice action reviews for death exits meetings for it too. We would be fired if we didn’t talk in rhyme, especially in public. Hidden in fiction is where our homes are. We have lived in health forever me my friend Bob too. We have a magic broomstick to go on holidays it’s so great to have Madeleine. We’ve had a wonderful life apart from cops dying.


By Keeley, 8


The Beating Poem

Natter Toys Water face

Baby stars in your face

Choice of stories


cds dvds

Christine FF 15 12.


by Caitie, 6


Paradise Park


Paradise Park is the place to be.

Better than Shoreham.

Chocolate swans in huge ponds,

true stories, action movies.

You can have your own palace

full of servants to boss around.

You can smoke in public in the park

and dogs can go in the park.


Erin, 7


Library Life


Automatic, telephone, storytime, gymnastics.


Romance, foreign, community and everything’s fantastic.


Books and books and books galore –


They’re even knocking at my door!


Twirling, curling, slipping, swirling


All the way from Herald learning.



By Benjamin, 7


The Egyptian Battle Story


Scooters zoomed

through the world wars

and ancient Egypt.


Lifeboats zoomed

like killer-whales.

The moat was like a wavy floor.


The library came to battle.

They swam through the waves

and rough ocean.


By Chloe, 6


and this intriguing first line by Josie, 6


It was Christmas in my time, but I didn't know.

Saturday 19th October
Today we looked together at a page photocopied from a children's story. We read the first paragraph together, discussing which words we found the most interesting. The children then used highlighter pens to read through the whole piece and choose words and phrases that stood out to them. They used these words as inspiration for their own creative pieces, with fascinating results.
The Shadow Girl

I walked from one side of the woods to the other side. As I walked past a tree I spotted a a young girl standing behind it. Her hair was as dark as an inkwell and her eyes as red as a Catherine - wheel.

She had lazer sharp teeth and she wore a blood red dress. She stared at me her face stern and solid. I backed away and the girl followed. I ran as fast as the wind my hair blowing behind me. But still she seemed to follow.

As she got closer and closer the sound of twigs grew fainter until the sun broke in and SNAP the girl was lost forever.
by Izzy, 8
The Sound of the Wood
On the other side of the amazing wood. I took no notice. Magical, magnificent drumming. Another one, like each other but somehow different. I was afraid in an amazing way. Something happening. Sounds like a wonderful animal, with thick cord hanging from its neck. Five young-looking men banging crazily. As soft as a waterfall but as grumpy as thunder. Drums? I wondered. Magically, I felt different to everyone around me. Slowly, I crossed the bridge over the humungous river to the other side. I was being hit by little people telling me I should not have done it. No notice. Suddenly, a miracle happened. The five young-looking men stammered , it is only an amazing very detailed story of the sound of the wood.
Isabella, 8

Saturday 5th October 2013
Last week we looked at two fabulous picture books which give alternative versions of classic stories: The True Story of the Three Little Pigs by Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith, and Snow White in New York by Fiona French. We came up with our own list of fairy-tales and discussed how we might re-invent them by telling the story from a different character's point of view, or locating the story in a new setting. The children worked in pairs and used story-boards to plan their stories using pictures and notes. This week they began writing their stories with some imaginative and amusing results!
The True Story of Little Red Riding Hood
Hello, my name is Fangs. I am very gentle and kind. My favourite food is bacon. This is my point of view.
One day I was walking through the forest and I heard some singing. A little girl with a basket of food passed. I asked "what is your name?"
"My name is Little Red Riding Hood."
"Would you like some help?"
"Yes please little wolf. My Grandma lives down there in that cottage."
I carried her basket round to the cottage and knocked on the door. Now Grandma loves dressing up. Oh no, she has dressed up as bacon! So I ate Grandma. I turned into a bubble and popped, then I was very thin.
by Keeley, 8
Saturday 14th September
It was lovely to get together again after the long break and welcome some new children to the group. Everyone worked incredibly hard this week, thinking of their favourite words then using these as inspiration for a piece of writing - with some very impressive results.

The Cuddles


A cuddle is soft and warm like a radiator.

The warmness makes me shiver.

It feels like I’m stuck in a fire burning,

then when the cuddle ends I won’t stop

thinking about when I next have one.

I turn around and a cuddle is waiting for me.

When I am sad I lay on my bed

and look up and a cuddle is hovering over me.


By Keeley, 8




Colourful rainbows fainting in the breeze,

as colourful as everything in the world.

 Swimming through it calmly like a dream

as bright as a sapphire,

as extraordinary as a diamond.


By Erin, 7


The Rainforest


The rainforest had flourished with co-lours.

An enormous fruit fell from the tree.

It was balanced on the table,

A lake shining prr-ettily.

When I burst into a clearing

A stream was sapphire blue,

Dewdrops like diamonds on the grass

Shimmering emerald green.

The sun shining like brass.


By Benjamin, 7


Through my Body


Tinkly-tankly under my arm

as it gets noisier through my spine.

Through my body

just like a soft play

as it gets sparklier on my skin.


Tinkly-tankly under my legs

it gets greener through my ears.

Creatures crawl through my body

making me emerald and shiny.


Whoosh whoosh

Tinkly-tankly through my body.


By Josie, 6


The Magical Land


The glimmering key opened a tiny door at the back of the hedge. I slowly walked through the door. On the other side was the most extraordinary land I had ever seen.


Pixies were flying around me like tiny butterflies. The tall heavy trees were bursting with mangoes. There was a shiny rainbow in the sky that got brighter when the sun shone on it. As I walked past a small moonlit stream I could hear the water rippling. The flowers had sapphires growing in the middle of them. The sapphires sparkled in the sunlight.


Clear bubbles floated through the air. As they drifted to the ground, they popped in explosions of colour.


After hours of having fun and watching the sunset in blazing colours of orange and red I knew it was time to go home. I would be back some day.


By Izzy, 8


Galloping Me


I like to gallop around

and chase my sister around.

It feels fun and tiring!

I always stop

when the clock says 10.


By Georgia, 7

Saturday 8th June
After warming up with a game, we settled down to our writing activity. Using The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe as inspiration, we created a list of six animals, six fairy-tale characters and six objects. We then threw dice to create our own weird and wonderful titles. Sammy began a superb story full of menace and unease:

The Hydra, the Wizard and the Ambulance


The ambulance is still there, it’s always there, it never moves. It’s almost as though parked outside number 12 is its home. It’s funny because although there is an ambulance here, no paramedic has come down our street. We made sure that it wasn’t number 12’s. “It’s been here since we moved in sixty-nine years ago” they said.


The other reason why it is so interesting is because sometimes, sometimes if you’re lucky, you can hear a grunting noise coming from inside it. Naturally I have tried to get in there but it is still impossible to get in, after all that charm working until the last full moon. If you want to read on you can, but beware you will wake up at night covered in blood and shrieking in pain after reading the first chapter!


Saturday 25th May
The children worked hard this week on finishing their poems, then wrote them up onto house templates which they cut, folded and glued into shape. The finished houses look really lovely and I will be taking them along to be proudly displayed in the Adur Festival's 3D Map of Adur next week.


No. 72 Dreams


The living room remembers my sister sitting in there for four hours.

The kitchen remembers the smoky hot smell that comes when they

        are cooking dinner.

The door to the garden dreams that it was extremely tidy in the


The shed wishes it was sunny and never turns to winter.

The memories that the cat had when he was in the bath.

Then the rainbow came out and the shed was amazed.

The memories of my Dad snoring like a pig.

The squeaky front door that squeaks when we open it.


By Daisy, 7


House Poem


Oh number 15 what secrets do you hold?

Now I’m sure they’re not written in bold.


Oh number 15 tell me something new.

I know you are not keen to join my crew.


Oh number 15 just show me a passage,

I will even give you my breakfast sausage.


Oh  number 15 I will try not to boast

but I think there is something behind my bedpost…


by Sammy, 9

Saturday 11th May
This week we started off thinking about where we lived, then discussed a poem called No. 115 Dreams by Jackie Kay to help us write poems about what our own houses might dream about. Next session we'll be writing the poems onto templates of houses which we'll make into models to be displayed in Adur Festival's 3D map of Adur. The map will be in a shop window on Shoreham high-street and will be lit up at night! The children are working on some fantastic poems - here is a sneak preview of their works in progress.

Number 8 Dreams


The bedroom remembers the bunk-beds whispering.

The front room remembers ants crawling around.

The kitchen remembers Mummy burning the food.

The hallway remembers a mouse tickling it.


Number 8 dreams about a monster roaring outside.

Number 8 dreams about a rainbow.


My Daddy’s room remembers my Daddy snoring.


By Erin, 7


No. 123 Dreams


The front door remembers being chilly when it was snowing.

The living room remembers my Mum sleeping after breakfast.

The hall remembers my Dad’s roller-boots

falling over with his leg first; my ball being burnt.

The freezer remembers being replaced.


By Georgia, 6


 Saturday 27th April
The children have been working hard over the past two weeks on  their stories inspired by this spooky picture. We began by creating a word-bank of vocabulary, then spent time talking about who the different characters might be and what we thought is happening inside and outside- including what's through the secret door behind the bookcase! We imagined the picture was a scene in a film and used our imaginations to turn up the volume and listen it to any words and noises. The children came up with some wonderfully imaginative pieces.
 Ancient Old Door
An ancient door lay behind a bookshelf that no-one alive knew about. Now, I can tell you only the lady in the portrait knew what was behind the old door. It was really quite exciting and scary. Behind the door was lots of dark candlelit tunnels, at the top it said what time it went to - like the Romans. So if you followed the tunnel, you came out in those times.
One rather dull gloomy day, Xanthe (the lady in the portrait's name) was going to tell Knittle (the old lady) about the door when she saw Meanie outside. She glared at him and he ran. So next she told Knittle about the door.
"I'll go in, I'll go in" whispered the granny. Well, I heard her say that. Guess what! Just as she went in she came back out shouting that she'd been there for more than twelve years. I guess they have different times. So from that day on she went there whenever she could.
by Emma, 7
 We continued working on our short stories this week. Kyra, 7, came up with this intriguing piece about an imaginary friend:
Under Beach Green
Once there was an imaginary friend called Sophie who lived in someone's mind. She always thought that someone was following her, but the only thing that was not very good was that she had no food. She had a ration in her country. She did not like staying in someone's mind. Ten years later she broke out of the person's mind and lived happily ever after.
Short Story Competition
This week we began to develop the postcards we wrote last week into a short story by adding in characters and feelings. Our finished pieces will be entered into the Adur Short story Competition. Miya took us on an intriguing journey into Lancing Firest with her best friend:
Dear Diary,
Today my Mum and Dad signed me up for a campsite club where we camp for a week! And study an animal in the forest! Day One, my Mum took me to Lancing Forest where the club will be. First, there was no-one that I knew, but then my best friend was there! I WAS CURIOUS BUT HAPPY! At last it was time to see where we were going to camp. Me and Sasha (my best friend) held hands and we followed everyone else. While me and Sasha were walking we thought about the same thing, describing the forest in our heads.

Postcard Poems

posted Mar 11, 2013, 1:14 PM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
Today we thought about somewhere near to where we live, and wrote a postcard from there. Jamie, 8, had the great idea to write his as a diary entry and worked hard to describe how it felt to be in his place:
8pm. Diamond Mine. 24/2/13
Walls closing in around me.
Diamonds, gold pressing into
my skin, cutting my flesh
and grinding my bones.
I think I will never breathe again.


posted Jan 21, 2013, 2:03 AM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
We had a quiet session this week due to the weather. Isabella, 7, worked really hard on finding exciting ways to describe the snow. We used the lyrics from '50 Words for Snow' by Kate Bush as our inspiration, then took our notebooks to the window and spent time watching the snow fall, listening to the sound of it against the glass and making detailed observations on what we saw. This is Isabella's beautiful and impressive poem:
Winter Words for the Snow
Ice-rinky cars
Snow breeze
Swirl n' flakes
Smothery ice-roots
Piles of snow make a ghost
This is a life for an eskimo.
Laser-zapping ice
Frosty n' pattern windows
One clear shine
Leaf empty trees.
Pitch, pure white everywhere
Also a life for a polar bear
Blank sheets covering the world.
Pattering n' flakes
Snow glistening in eyes
Skating wheels, lines they make
They might even ice part of a cake.
Fluttering birds in a winter sky -
Off you go and off you fly!

Secret Poems

posted Jan 13, 2013, 1:34 AM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
It was lovely to welcome the children to our new venue after the Christmas break. We began our session by wondering what kind of secrets different animals and objects might write in a secret diary, then built our ideas into poems. Molly, 7, worked hard on her piece. Can you guess who or what is revealing each secret?
I'll never tell anyone
I'll never tell anyone that my rubbing skills are magic!
I'll never tell anyone that my horns are sharper than anything in the world!
I'll never tell anyone that I'm not very colourful!
I'll never tell anyone that I don't actually draw on the walls!

Story Cubes

posted Nov 26, 2012, 2:46 AM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
This week we used story dice to create our stories. Tom, 7, worked hard to incorporate the images on the dice into this eerie adventure:
Once there was a giant bee and he always had a twitchy foot. It was on a Sunday and ... I think you could guess, his foot made him vanish and he ended up on the top of a skyscraper. His foot didn't like it on top of the skyscraper, so it made him vanish again. The bee ended up in a meadow and they met a flower. The flower said ... but suddenly a shooting star came down and brought him up and he fell and landed on a spear. He got his magnifying glass out and he found a letter and the letter said you have doom.

Story Bags

posted Oct 18, 2012, 2:36 AM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
This week's session found the children delving into story bags, excited to see which three objects they would find. They then worked hard at weaving the three items into a story. Inspired by a key, a red slipper and a tape measure Isabella, 7, came up with this beautiful story:
There was a little girl who went out in the garden and unlocked the door with her own key. When she went in the garden she was wearing a red shoe. She brought a tape measure because she was looking for different kinds of stones and she used the tape measure to measure the stones. She also brought a torch becuase it was night and suddenly the torch went out because the key hit the torch, a fox's tail had knocked the key out of her hand. The torch broke so she took off her red sparkly shoe and used the shining key to shine a light on the sequins. The girl was bare-footed because she only had one shoe on and was using the red, sparkly shoe to shine the way. The key and the red, sparkly shoe helped the little girl find an ancient stone and it was multi-coloured so she went home and asked her Daddy how long it was with the tape measure and what it was called because he used to be an ancient stone finder.

Fortune Cookie Stories

posted Oct 10, 2012, 12:31 PM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
It was really lovely to see a mixture of old and new faces today, full of inspiration and motivation to write stories. We rolled dice to choose words from a list and create our own fortune cookie messages, then used these as inspiration for our stories. Ray, 9, came up with this fabulous opening:
My name is Jake, I am 9 years old. My birthday is in a week. I went to Bob's shop to get a dairy milk bar. I opened it to take a bite and my tongue licked some paper. I took it out and it read Beware the Ancient Dragon. I took no notice and chucked it in the bin. At that very moment the bin began to glow and I felt a gust of wind. A dragon swooped down, he picked me up and whooshed over houses.
Frank, 9, created this spooky start:
Once upon a time in a pirate ship there lived a group of pirates. Their captain had a hat full of holes and a big glossy beard.
"Land ahoy" shouted the pirate on the crow's nest. Oh, and did I forget to tell you? The captain is called the pirate captain.
"What's that?" said the first mate.
"Looks like a bottle" said a little pirate. "It says Trust the Little Pirate."

Our Favourite Things

posted Oct 3, 2012, 11:41 AM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
We spent some time today thinking about our favourite things and used these to write heart-felt and moving poems about someone special to us.
by Matilda, 7
You are chocolate in my milk.
You are a summer's day, a charm in my eye.
You are the fireman who saves my life.
You are the taste in my coke,
a cake with my sweets on,
a song in my head.
You're korma with rice.
You're the person who makes me happy,
a diamond of love.
You're the butter of life.
My Mum
by Iris, 7
You're a bit of melted chocolate in my ice-cream.
Seven apples on my plate.
You're a blue dress,
a frozen butterfly in my heart.
by Tom, 7
You are fire in my eyes,
you are my spirit in my heart.
You are the smile I always see,
my one and only true friend
who is always there to help me.
You are the mussels in my bowl that I love,
you are the song which is always in my head,
you are always my best friend.

The Button Box

posted Sep 12, 2012, 12:40 PM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
Today we each chose a button from a box and imagined what type of garment it might have come from. We then thought about who might have worn the garment and wrote monologues from the point of view of that character. Emma wrote this lovely piece about Arabella the Princess:
Through the Ropetackle Window
One day I was looking out of the Ropetackle window and I saw a magical rainbow, so I went outside to have a closer look. All of a sudden I was on top of the rainbow and I could see a magical land that was never the same. I wanted to slide down the rainbow, so I did. To my surprise I found myself in the land of mysteries.

Space Monkey!

posted Aug 29, 2012, 12:00 PM by Tess Jolly [ updated 3 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
Ameera and Iris, both 7, worked together this week to write a story inspired by five pictures they had sequenced. Here is the weird and wonderful result!
Once upon a time, a monkey pulled the lever on a mechanical space chair. When the monkey pulled the other lever, the chair began to move.

A girl named Sophie was sitting on the chair, and got an electric shock. Unfortunately her hair stood up on end like a huge tree. Her arms got pins and needles and waved like branches. She was angry because her hair was ruined and she’d only just combed it.

Just then a happy little girl came in wearing a pink dress. She said“Hooray I’ve found my lost monkey!” The monkey was amazed because his best friend, the little girl, had come back.

However, Sophie was puzzled. That night she had a nightmare. A blind man was fishing in the river. The monkey had fallen into the river and, as the man couldn’t see, he caught him in his fishing net. The man went home and cooked the monkey for dinner, but the monkey jumped out of the oven tray and squeezed orange all over the man.

The real monkey and the little girl skipped home. They were skipping very high. The monkey jumped onto a roof. He reached up to touch the sun but he got burnt, so he jumped deep into the sea. The little girl put on a space-suit, jumped in a helicopter and flew to the moon.


posted Aug 8, 2012, 3:14 PM by Tess Jolly [ updated 4 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]

It was lovely to welcome some new faces to the group today. We started by looking at some six-word stories, then set ourselves the challenge of writing a story-soup out of three ingredients - a character, a place and a feeling - using a maximum of 100 words. Beau (10) rose to the challenge in fine style. Here's the soup he cooked from a woodcutter, a station and a feeling of dislike:
One fine evening the woodcutter got a letter from his brother, saying "come and meet me in London". The woodcutter thought that was a brilliant idea! But there was only one problem - how was he going to get there? I know, how about that new station a mile away, he thought. Then he had a flashback to ten years ago when he was a child. He shivered, but he said to himself "it's the only way to go and see my brother". Then he said to himself that he would be brave and so he went to the train station the next day. He stopped in his tracks. He said to himself "my old enemy". Then he turned around and said "I'll do it in twenty years or so".

Telescope Poems

posted Aug 4, 2012, 1:02 PM by Tess Jolly [ updated 4 minutes agoMar 18, 2013, 3:28 AM]
This week in Tiger's Eye we began by trying to finding interesting and unusual ways to describe an image,then looked around the cafe with paper telescopes until something caught our eye. We used our imaginations to write poems describing what we'd seen. This is what Iris, aged 7, came up with:
In the Cafe

Today in the cafe I saw

a bright blue boat drifting through the sea,

white rockets shooting through the sky,

luminous red palm trees waving in the wind.

Today in the cafe I saw

a giant white ball glowing on a string,

a small full moon laying still in the air,

an ice sphere drifting.

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