Word Makers, Myth CreatorsReimagining Literature...
Tuesday was a very hard day for all of us in Calypso class!
We had to say goodbye to a very dear friend, Paul. We started our day by playing Split, Splat. The students have started to love this one and we try and play when we can. We then listened to the end of our story and the kids finally found out how the story ended!
The students then wrote each letter of the alphabet in their writing books. Paul challenged the students to write a word, for each letter, describing the story. Students then drew a detailed drawing of their letter and shared them with the class.
We really enjoyed our last session with Paul and Tuesday’s will definitely be drab without him!
– Calypso Class
Wow Calypso Class, that was some end to the story, I can’t believe that after 20 years of travelling there was still a massively difficult situation (and battle) for our hero to face!
Claypso class, I loved the way on our last session that you captured the entire journey with flashcard words, They looked awesome at the end all being held up – can’t wait to see the pictures of you making the story with your colourful words.
Well done both schools you have been brilliant to work with, great word-making all around, both classes are officially Poetry Heroes – all you need is a ship, some storms and the gods to mess you about
Keep making great poems and stories and bringing them to life
Paul Lyalls (2013/2014 Poet for Roald Dahl)
Calypso class wrote short poems that told parts of the the great story. Here is a group poem made up from all the poems.
He is brave and strong
Goes away on a journey
Builds a big wooden horse
Wins the war enemy defeated
They end up on sandy shores
Far away on distant shores
A monsters eye is poked
Meets a beautiful wicked witch
They get turned into pigs
Meets gods on his adventure
And all kinds of people
They hear voices singing beautifully
I want to hear it
The sailors block their ears
Meet great big scary monsters
A six headed dragon attacks
Go to a Special Land
Meets some very powerful women
He’s on an amazing journey
All his crew are dead!
THE ENDING HAPPENS NEXT WEEK
BUT HOW DOES IT END?
By Calypso Class
Today we started with a game, that was new to us, called Seven-Up. We then went to our tables and we wrote down our favourite film. We then used these films to create poems. Our poems could not have any words from the title, or any of the character names. It was really fun, and tough. Some students read their poems in front of the class. We finished the day by playing heads/tails. The session with Paul was great!
Calypso Year 3
Willow class pretended that they were two of Odysseus’ crew heading for the whirlpool. One of them wanted to go past it whilst the other wanted to turn back. They debated their points.
What would you have done Calypso class?
Once past the whirlpool, Odysseus and his crew came face-to-face with this scary six-headed monster!
Calypso Class listened to Odysseus tell his stories in the palace of King Alcinous. They heard how his fun descriptions of the places he’d been brought the story alive. Calypso Class set sail for the school playground and hunted for for fun similes & metaphors to change it into an extraordinary place. Everybody wrote poems, here is a taste of their work in a group poem.
DRIPS OF NOWHERE
Blue shapes on the ground like fallen pieces of sky
A maze stuck in nowhere.
The slide is a silver as a sword
The climbing frame is a dragons skeleton
The ground is a turtles back.
Hop-Scotch grids come together like a helicopter blade.
Tables are nasty spiders,
Footballs cones are rockets shooting ice-cream.
The clock is a magic spinning wheel
Climbing ropes are blue spider webs waiting to trap you.
The silver tunnel is a giant shining medal
The drinking fountain is a silver waterfall
Blue circles are drips of oceans.
Today Willow class reached the end of hearing and acting out Odysseus’ story. They then imagined they were Odysseus, looking back at his adventures and remembering some of the things that had happened to him. They each wrote six lines to remember these moments. In three groups they then worked together to put their different ideas into one poem. Here are the three poems that they created.
I remember my crew opened the bag of winds
I felt angry when my crew opened the bag.
I remember when they gave the Cyclops a potion and it made him blind
I learnt not to eat cows
I remember the really big whirlpool
I remember when we made the wooden horse and a few men won the war for us.
I felt sad when all of my crew were dead
I heard the strong, crashing thunder hit the boat
I remember the Scylla the six headed monster ate six people
I saw when the lightening was striking
I heard the sound of the beautiful sirens
I saw the Cyclops scary one eye
I remember when some of my crew got turned into pigs
I felt very scared when me and my crew went through the whirlpool
I felt scared when my crew died
I remember when I was the only one alive
I saw the whooshing whirlpool
I heard the whirlpool gushing
I learnt not to go for twenty years
I saw my son for the very first time
That’s the way I remember it went
I remember when we built the wooden horse and attacked the city of Troy.
I saw the whirlpool and it was scary.
I heard the sound of the Sirens.
I heard their beautiful song.
I felt really scared about leaving the crew.
I learnt that only I could fire my bow and arrows.
I remember when the cyclops went blind because of the magical wine.
I heard the whooshing whirlpool.
I saw the whirlpool in between the rocks.
I felt confident as we sailed through the two cliffs and past the whirlpool.
I learnt not to eat Helios’ cows.
I remember the bag of winds and when my stupid crew member opened the bag and all of the winds formed a ginormous storm.
I saw my son and Penelope after 20 years.
I learnt to always be alert.
I remember how I shot the arrow through the 12 axes.
I remember how I shot the arrow through 12 axes.
By Ayana, Esme, Rosa, Zain, Benjamin, Louis, Cooper, Tom, Keir, Leo