The Arrival, a piece of creative writing by James McCook in 5L
My Magic Box
It has arrived. Hanging despicably over the melancholic village, it seemed to suck all hope and joy out like a dementor. Behemothically tall, terraced houses closed intimidatingly in on me. Barring citizens from the outside world, it seemed to warn me “enter at your own risk”. Closed down businesses and abandoned homes were dilapidated and skeletal. Deprived of life and plants it all seemed like an old photo, taken in black and white only the danger moving. Unsafe, the sense of eeriness was around. The unsecure, openness wrapped its forever squeezing hands around me, only intending to release me when I escaped its furious wrath. This place is awful and truly terrible. James McCook 5K
Writer’s Hats Year 5 have been working on their writing with great commitment and focus. Nevertheless, we sometimes find it challenging to remember all the features of what a good piece of writing needs to have. So, in response, we decided to make a writer’s hat! Now when we write, we simply pop on our hat to literally have all those features next to our brilliant brains! It’s been really fun to see the variety of styles the children have invented: baseball hats, Easter bonnets, a magician’s top hat and even a chef’s hat. It seems the children’s imagination has been really fired by the project and, most importantly, they’ve enjoyed writing with them on.
In English, Year 4 read the poem ‘Magic Box’ by Kit Wright. We used her format to write our own poems. The Magic Box by 4L I will put in the box A bouncing baby racing along on spaghetti stilts. A sumptuous sip of a giant’s chocolate, creamy lake. Magenta ants full of rage, roaring at the Eiffel Tower. I will put in the box A super snail snacking on tantalisingly tiny tacos. Scent from polished paper spiralling through the solar system. The tip of a freezing fire flowing up a vortex. I will put in the box Eight crimson wishes spoken in Tamil. The last brick of an ancient Greek temple, And the first steps of a newly born giraffe. I will put in the box A thirteenth egg and a yellow sky. An untidy tramp in a fairy tale castle. A perfumed princess on a park bench. My box is fashioned from zinc and saffron and quartz. With green flames on the lid and pixie dust in the corners. It’s hinges are hooves of a unicorn. I shall ski in my box On the steep slopes of the magnificent Mount Everest, Until falling in a deep white snow drift, As fluffy as a duvet.
Fireman Visit Bablake to Aid Pupil Safety Bablake Junior welcomed members of Coventry’s Fire Service into school last week. The Firemen talked to the Year 5 pupils about fire safety and how to be alert to fire dangers, especially in the home. This was an immensely useful and informative visit – thank you to the firefighting team! In the picture are Year 6 pupils and a Coventry Fire engine.