Tom's Story

We made up a character today, through drama, and then we interviewed him and found out more about him.  Here are some extracts from writing in Tom's words....


“When Toby died I felt as if there was no one in my world. I wished she was still alive, so I could tell her my secret things.




When first Toby died I missed her a lot, but as days passed that big heal got cured.



I liked Toby more than furry Jessica, because I used to tell her my secret things. Once she had gone, I had to accept that she is gone.”



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“Running down the road I saw a young man. Not long after, a police car sped down the road, and it clicked! The man was a robber, and the police were chasing him. Unfortunately the police car had to stop because the road was boarded off with boulders,. Now I knew I had to step in. I chased the robber and eventually caught him. I had nothing to do except hold him down on the floor, until the police caught up. I didn’t get any reward except for several thankyous and a shake of the hand”


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"I'm so excited about this weekend.  I am going to the Olympics.  It's 800 meters.  I feel very happy that I am going to win a medal.  When the gun goes my heart is beating very fast, and I jump with joy."

The Cowboys....an unfinished poem [well, unstarted really]

Kit Kat Klein rode into town......

[This is the beginning, but I haven't done this poem yet.  I want to put in all of the class, so maybe some of you could have some ideas?]

Sadness by 4z

[This poem about feelings was made up by the class together, after we did some drama work, and then talked about what it would be like if feelings were creatures....]

Sadness

Sadness seeped through the keyhole like sand,


Slipped round the edges of the door,


A grey dull cloud of dust,


Exhaled into the corners,


Messing up the room with its black gloom.






Like a ghost it inhabits your body,


Freezes your friendships,


Holds back your hand from giving presents,


And leaves you rigid in your meanness.


When sadness glides into the room,


One boy stands firm,


The happiness shines from his body


Like a wonderful rainbow,


Fighting back the dark cloud with his many-coloured sadness extinguisher.


And the colour fills the room,


While the sadness drains away....

Anger by 4A

[This was the first poem which we made up as a group...]

Anger

Anger stomps into the room,


Shattering the door,


Putting through the floor,


Tipping the tables.


A million purple square beady eyes,


And sharp ginger teeth like a vampire or shark,


In his twenty faces of fire,


Red and orange.


Black kung fu belt on his gooey waist,


Holding his tantrum-tattered clothes,


On his red spotty body.


Anger eats everyone in his path,


Filling the rest with the same furious fire.






When anger stomps in the room,


The children call for the Superhero Police,


As they rush for water,


Pouring buckets on his fiery heads.


The firemen drench him from their hose,


Spraying his hungry mouth.


The room fills with steam and hissing, as the fire of anger dies down


A brave child tells a joke, and waits.


Slowly Anger smiles,


And everything is calm.

Write On! at Billeseley School

This blog is to show off some of the work being created by Year 4 at Billesley school, as part of the Write On! Project.


This term, the two classes in Year 4 are working with playwright Peter Wynne-Willson, as part of Birmingham's famous writers-in-schools project Write On!.


We will be posting some of the work that comes out of this here, and welcome any comments.....