Owlacombe Class (Yr 4,5 & 6)
Owlacombe went to the woods for their English lesson and spent some time creating noun phrases to describe the woods as a setting. We have taken one description from every child to create this lovely poem.
The woods, ancient and constant, a habitat, a playground
We listen, we see, we feel:
The shivering of the leaves
The shattered glow of the sun as it peeks through the leaves
The squelch of the mud
The dancing of the trees
The crackling of the leaves, the crunch of the leaves
The snap of sticks
The sophisticated language of the wind
The spike of the holly
The shadows of the trees causing the cold to surround us
The trickle of water grasping at the hill
The glint of sunlight peeking through the majestic trees
The almost silent breeze as it passes through the leaves sounds like a dream
The twinkle of the sun
The tweets of the birds singing
The buzz of the hornets, the hostile hornets
The brightness of the sun
The sound of the rushing river
The whisper of the trees as the wind blows through
Our woods, ancient and constant.
1st October 2020
In RE this week, Owlacombe having been learning about Samsara – the cycle of life, death and rebirth – by creating a version of Snakes and Ladders.
“We wrote examples of good deeds and bad deeds on cards so we could play a game of Snakes and Ladders. If you went onto a snake, you read a red card which was when someone hadn’t followed advice and did something wrong and if you landed at the top of a ladder, you picked up a green card which showed how someone had done their duty (dharma) and followed advice. As you moved up the game board, this is like doing good things in life and getting close to Moksha - escaping the cycle of rebirth.” Owlacombe
Here is a short extract from a Year 6 story:
For eight years, the child lived with the hunter and his merry wife. As the setting sun cast its iridescent beams across the maroon bracken-covered hills, the child found himself alone. The hunter had set off on his nightly hunt and the hunter’s wife was tending to the small flock of hardy sheep high up on the moor. The child was watching the sky larks flitting around when something caught his eye. He walked over and picked it up. It was a small lump of glinting silver.
Owlacombe had a fabulous afternoon at their Christmas-themed marble party on Friday! They chose to do crafts and games and had the most wonderful time which they really deserved! I am very proud of you Owlacombe! After an amazing Autumn Term, here’s to a superb Spring Term! Merry Christmas from Mrs Billington
My mind has no limits
Like the skies from side to side
The smell of Science
The laughter of friends
As imagination flows
The murmur of Maths
And all the rest
My mind has no limits
And no-one can stop that.