Virtual exploration!

Year 5 have undertaken a variety of fascinating workshops from institutions such as the British Museum and the Greenwich Museum. They’ve even had the chance to become Digital Polar Explorers and write poems about icy Antarctica.

Trapped in ice

The mighty sea was adjacent to the Endurance. The bitter wind whacked our faces. Our harsh surroundings held our ship tight. This was the most amazing phenomenon I had ever laid my emerald eyes on.

I frightened off the caution of death while thinking of sinking into the sapphire sea.

The rough oak of her body at my feet was creaking as she laid in pack ice.

The ivory and honey dew snow covered in thick layers. The pearly white ice was covered in blankets of frost and snow.

The peaks of mount Erebus were within sight of my eyes. My old lace sheets awaited me but I dared not to retrieve them. As I stood on my ship and watched over the frosty ice, my fear of the sheets cracking grew stronger. In the midst of the night I awoke petrified.

By Grace, Emily and Oriana

The Antarctic

A frozen carpet of ice lay out before us, The chilly wind blew and whipped against our frozen faces, The fragile ground began to crack under the weight of our heavy ship And the ship sunk into the bitter floor. The crystal water weaved between the Arctic ice like a giant jigsaw.

The vibrant, bright, white snow covered the ice like a thick blanket. Heavy snowflakes fell onto my cold head.

The overlapping icebergs towered over us like monsters. I stared out into the blizzard in front of me, trying to catch my breath.

I felt terrified and exhausted from the long journey. And every bone in my body cried out for rest.

I tugged on my coat and swiped the shards or icicles off my shoulders.

No-one had ever stepped on the frozen ground except me.

By Greta, Nicole and Isabella

Antarctic poem

White. White everywhere

Not anything for miles

Empty here, empty there

Only the thick piles

Towers and towers

Of the white wool

Showing its immense powers

Like an angry bull

Eyes are watering

Fingers are tickling

The wind is slaughtering

Snow constantly thickening

All I could see was the thick snowy floor I longed for a warm fire

I had never felt this way before Home, was my one desire

Still we carried on

Expecting the worst

Trudging, trudging along It felt like I was cursed

Husky dogs panting

Hungry and tired

In the snow they are standing

Deeply admired

By Leila

Antarctica Poem

Antarctica Antarctica the ice is cluttering

The troubled crew is muttering

We have to escape from the terrifying ship

The shining ice strong and thick

Towers and Towers

Of white wool

Showing its immense powers

Like an angry bull

Eyes are watering

Fingers are tingling

The wind is slaughtering

Snow constantly falling

The ship is broken

Hope is lost

The doors of the Endurance are completely locked

By Minnie, Leila, Violet and Kyla