Today room 15 became a bakery because we made bread. First we got all the ingredients and mixed them together to make the dough.Then we put it in the nice bright sunshine to let it rise.After that we shaped it.Then we put it in the oven for a few minutes. Finally we cut it up and ate a divine piece of fresh bread.
By Ryan and Callum
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Thursday, 7 June 2012
Snow poems
Tiny frisbees gliding through the air,
Landing gently covering the city.
It melts slowly when the sun rises.
It is so quiet you can't hear it.
It is so cold, don't touch it.
Snow flakes are star-shaped
Like fragile spiders' webs.
By James
Snowflakes sprinkle from the sky,
They melt slowly on the ground.
The snow feels cold and hard.
It's so quiet.
By Jayden
Snow, snow comes down... whoosh!
Gliding, spinning, floating to the ground.
Dancing like a silent firefly,
Clear as crystal,
Silent like a sleeping kiwi,
Thick as a polar bear's fur,
Hard as a white rock washed up on the beach.
By Emma T
Snow floats freely from the sky just like a bubble.
Twinkling like a star.
Someone shaking salt.
Sounds like a room no one's ever used
Or a lion in the grass stalking a deer.
Sharp as a shark's tooth
And as hard as a mountain boulder.
By Harry
Spinning, twirling, scattering,
Gliding swiftly like a bird.
Drops, floats, flies.
Sprinkles to the ground like icing sugar.
It feels like a fluffy cloud on a hot day.
As silent as a deer grazing in the fields
Snow.
By Kate
I look outside, I see the snow,
The white, shimmering, gliding snow.
I stand outside, I feel the snow,
The cold, soft, delicate snow.
I run outside, I hear the snow,
The crunchy, crackling, clingy snow.
I stop outside, I love the snow,
The beautiful, wonderful, amazing snow.
By Catherine
Landing gently covering the city.
It melts slowly when the sun rises.
It is so quiet you can't hear it.
It is so cold, don't touch it.
Snow flakes are star-shaped
Like fragile spiders' webs.
By James
Snowflakes sprinkle from the sky,
They melt slowly on the ground.
The snow feels cold and hard.
It's so quiet.
By Jayden
Snow, snow comes down... whoosh!
Gliding, spinning, floating to the ground.
Dancing like a silent firefly,
Clear as crystal,
Silent like a sleeping kiwi,
Thick as a polar bear's fur,
Hard as a white rock washed up on the beach.
By Emma T
Snow floats freely from the sky just like a bubble.
Twinkling like a star.
Someone shaking salt.
Sounds like a room no one's ever used
Or a lion in the grass stalking a deer.
Sharp as a shark's tooth
And as hard as a mountain boulder.
By Harry
Spinning, twirling, scattering,
Gliding swiftly like a bird.
Drops, floats, flies.
Sprinkles to the ground like icing sugar.
It feels like a fluffy cloud on a hot day.
As silent as a deer grazing in the fields
Snow.
By Kate
I look outside, I see the snow,
The white, shimmering, gliding snow.
I stand outside, I feel the snow,
The cold, soft, delicate snow.
I run outside, I hear the snow,
The crunchy, crackling, clingy snow.
I stop outside, I love the snow,
The beautiful, wonderful, amazing snow.
By Catherine
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Snow Days
Wow! Those snow predictions were right! Brrrrrr! We didn't get to the bakery after all! (Hopefully we can go next week instead.) Are you enjoying the snow? Have you been out playing in it or have you preferred to snuggle up inside with a good book or a DVD? I've emailed all your log-in details for Bug Club, so why not have a look and read a book online. Hopefully I'll see you all tomorrow!
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