THE IRON MAN 

Smash! Smash! Smash!

Went the Iron Man’s feet.

The Iron Man swayed in the wind.

CRASHING! CRASHING! CRASHING!

Down the cliff he went.

 Boom! Clatter! BANG!

Silence.

By Daniel, Joseph, Reece & Kieran
3JB

Stomp!   Clatter! Bump !

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff.

CLATTER! CLATTER! CLATTER!

The Iron Man came tumbling down the cliff.  

BUMP! BUMP! BUMP!

The Iron Man hit the ground.

Then there was SILENCE.

Katie H, Katie V, Addison B, Millie –A Evans

Class 3JB

THE THUD! THUD! THUD!

THUD! THUD! THUD!                 
Stomped the Iron Man up the cliff.

WUSH! WUSH! WUSH!

Went the stormy sea.

WUSSSH!  WUSSSH!  WUSSSH!

Went the whistling trees.

CRASH!  CRASH!  CRASH!

Went the Iron man down the cliff.

TUMBLE!  TUMBLE! TUMBLE!

The Iron Man fell.

After that silence all you could hear

Was the sea crashing against the rocks.

By Sophie, Jessica, Eve & Ellie

3JB

The Year 3s have been reading The Iron Man by Ted Hughes. They have also been learning how to use onomatopoeia in poetry.

SWAYING IN THE WIND

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The Iron man stood at the top of the cliff.
 

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WOOSH!

The Iron Man swayed at the top of the cliff.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

His iron right foot his enormous iron right foot stepped into nothingness. After that there was silence.

By Simeon, Ethan, Evan, Matthew

Class 3JB

Imperial War Museum

On the 10^th of October 2012, Year 6 went to the Imperial War Museum in Manchester. We had to be at school for 7am and set off at 7:15 am. On the way there we brought our DSs, iPods, phones and MP3 players, and played on Picto Chat. The journey took two and a half hours to get there.

Once we were there we had a warm welcome by the staff. The women said that the architect, Daniel Libeskind, designed the Imperial War Museum. He wanted to design the building to say you can destroy a world and put it back together again, but it will never be the same.

The staff was amazed at our knowledge for WW2. We learned in the workshop that there was a woman who got married in a pale blue outfit. Her future husband was married in his uniform because he was going into battle afterwards.  I felt sorry for them because they could have had a nice wedding.

After lunch we went up the Shard.  It’s a tower where you can see most of Manchester (do not go up there if you are scared of heights). The tower was snow flake white and was very airey, because it was open.  It had a metal floor and the walls were made of slats.

The gift shop was amazing and full of paraphernalia (stuff). In our group the mini pad and pen were the most popular. There were models of Spitfires, sweeties and slinkys. (Our teacher did not like us buying tat.)

On the journey back everyone was really tired, but we all really enjoyed ourselves.

By Jess (Yr6)

Way up high in the Shard

In a workshop on the Homefront

World War Two Memoir

I just love waking up to a big bowl of hot steaming soup; we didn’t have that when I was younger; we didn’t have sizzling juicy bacon on the frying pan, for when you potter down the stairs in your slippers and dressing gown. A little frown pops onto my face when I think about how badly the city was destroyed. I would never desire that to happen to this ripped to shreds world.

Screeching death birds were attacking as if wanting to take over the country, then wanting more, wanting the world to suffer and surrender. After living through the awful bombing for months my Mum thought it was enough, so me and my little brother, Kenny, had to be evacuated. So there we were waiting for the old steam train, but still even though I was getting evacuated to safety, who would protect my fragile mother?

At the farm, as evening fell, bombs fell harder and harder; I could feel it in my gut. When I get home will my Mum and Dad be alive? Would I even have a home? Would I be able to go back to a mixed up place? One devastating night a stray bomb hit, which to my calculation was way off the aim. It wiped out part of the farm. Mr and Mrs Beckham, my evacuee parents, were wiped right out like words from a chalkboard. Kenny and I were in the stables grooming the horses.  By a miracle we survived.

Shortly after, we went to live on another farm, but Mr and Mrs Corpse were cruel and vile. Kenny and I learned how to fend for ourselves. One misty night, Kenny ran in screaming. Suddenly a horse squealed. BOOM! BANG! The side of the farm house had vanished! There were streaks of lightning illuminating the sky; terror ran down my face, terror ran down Kenny’s face. Airborne Magic, my horse, was lying on the floor, curled in a ball. Benny, the dog, was under a pile of cushions on the burnt sofa! Would this terror ever end?

Now it’s modern day, the world will take its shape and will always stay the same. They may have hurt us then. We will always stay strong now!  My mind is still full of memories, but my bowl is now empty. It’s a new day. It’s new dawn.

By Lucy K (Yr6)

Workington Can Take It!    

Today, everyone is getting ready for this night, the big bombing. Everybody is anxious to get home and get ready before the attack. It’s rush hour for everyone. Air raid shelters are full of parents and kids. It’s manic.

 Here comes the siren. German engines roaring while they fly pass and then…. BOOOM!!! BOOOM!!! Everywhere people are sleeping in the shelters wondering, will we live? Or will we die? 

Another siren goes off but a friendly one. Workington is still standing and shakes the debris off its head, cleaning the bricks and the mud off the pavement and the road. Workington shall face another bombing…

By Ellis M (Yr6)

We have been watching the World War Two propaganda film, London Can Take It.  We wrote versions for Workington.

Workington Can Take It!

It is late afternoon and everyone is getting organized for the big bomb night. It has been a quiet day, but it won’t be a quiet night. We haven’t had a quiet night for 5 weeks. All the volunteers are rushing home to change into their uniform. It is the last hour until the Germans bomb. Everyone is at Murray Road for the bus to take them, well some of them, to the shelter on Station Road.  

The roaring sirens go off… The Germans are prepared to kill. Will we live, or will we die? Not everyone will make it to safety, as the queue is too big.  People’s lives are at risk. BOOM BOOM POW!!!!!  Buildings are knocked down in instant seconds.

It is quiet, it is dawn.

6:01AM  the friendly sirens go off.  Workington is still standing and shakes the mud, concrete and bricks off its head. Time to get ready for the next bombing.  

By Joshua B (Yr6)

Although a few weeks ago, Matthew has been working on a Dove Cottage poem in his spare time.  Here it is: 

Dove Cottage

Some say I’m cosy, some people are nosy.

I’m said to be cold, now I’m old.

I hold a story in each room. 

The fire's burning, the stew is turning. Shhh!  The children are learning.

When the wind comes in it goes in the bin.

I’m still warm, the fire will win. 

I know the tale, I have ginger ale, the tale of poetry, William likes his words, he

waits his turn.

The smoke from outside, I have a line as free as me.

You can see up high just like a fly, the house is on high.

By Mathew L (Yr6)

A brief explanation of some of the lines:

* When the wind comes in it goes in the bin.  I mean that when the wind comes  into the house the fire still wins.  It’s as if the wind has been thrown away.  

* I know the tale, I have ginger ale, the tale of poetry, William likes his words, he waits his turn.  Dove Cottage used to be a bar and may have sold ginger ale.  We were told that William liked to sit in a particular chair by the fire, but I think Dororthy or his wife would have liked that chair too.  William will have had to wait his turn.

* I have a line as free as me. The cottage is at the bottom of the mountain. William’s daughter ran up the mountain to collect flowers, put them in her basket and then replanted them in the cottage’s garden.  The line is the route the daughter takes.

* The house is on high. Although the house is down in the valley, from the sloping garden you can see over the roof of Dove Cottage towards Grasmere.

A 50 Word World War Two Story

A life or death decision, right in front of my eyes. I could stay in the Anderson Shelter or risk my life for my poorly defended mother. But then, right then, the loudest noise appeared, even louder than a whales warning siren. Right now my life is over. Goodbye world.

By Lucy (Yr6)

 

Here's another report about last week's visitors.

Alan & Ivy

Year 6 had visitors come to class to talk to them about their experiences of evacuation. Alan is an 80 year old man who was evacuated to County Durham in 1940, and Ivy (his wife) lived in Maryport during the war in WW2.

Alan told us how to put on gasmasks, how to build Anderson shelters and that shrapnel can kill you. Everyone put on the gasmasks for 10-15 minutes each Friday during school time. Also he said that 1940 was a frightening time because the war began to get worse! They told us that the Germans bombed the aircraft factory to stop them building the planes to fight the Germans.

If incendiary bombs fell they would burn everything and that was the most popular bomb the Germans used. On the radio the Germans would broadcast where they were going to bomb, and they would begin by saying “Germany calling” 3 times. One day they said they were going to bomb Castle Street because it was the main street in Bristol. That was where Alan lived!

By Rosie-May  & Demi-Leigh (Yr6)

The Coventry Bombing

The sky was inflamed as the evening fell.

The planes started to rise from the distance.

Sirens sounded, panic struck. 

It was horror, it was destroyed,

My heart was no longer.

The city got worse as the bombs dropped down.

Fear on everybody’s faces.

We all ran down to the shelter, hoping we would live.

There in the shelter the ground was shaking

They were bombarding, bombs blasting, loud screaming, Death emerging, guns re-loading,

It was total madness.

People awakened from the shelter below and saw all the pillars of smoke.

The city centre was crumbled below our feet.

There was nothing left to live for.

Black smoke, destroyed buildings surrounding us,

The city was dead!

By Michelle (Yr6)

The Blitz

Fear on everybody’s faces

From last night’s terror.

The moon was high, clear beautiful.

Then it dawned on us.

Siren sounds, panic strikes everyone.

Some shouts, more screams, nothing compared to it.

Then I feel it shaking the ground, with a deathly sound.

Bombs hit in a never ending line.

Pillars of smoke never stop.

I open my eyes and it’s gone.

By Jayme (Yr6)

The Blood Thirsty Blitz!

I am lying on my living room floor,

I am looking at the wall but where’s the door?

I am feeling the breeze of the Earth’s core,

I am in the middle of an immense war.

The sky is as red as blood,

The ground is covered in sloppy brown mud,

The fire is roaring like a lion,

The houses are steaming like an iron,

The bombs exploding,

Machine guns re-loading,

They are willing,

That they will be killing,

Lots of folk,

Gathered under the smoke,

They are destroying the city,

They will be saying “Oh what a pity.”

Now it’s a brand new city,

It will always be pretty.

We’ll keep it in our sight and let it shine under the moonlight.

By Lucy K (Yr6)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Sad on the Inside

As I look, I see fog.

The train just leaving out of the horrible station.

My heart pumping with excitement.

All I see is black like the night, people screaming - people smiling just like me.

On the inside I’m worried because my parents have gone.

When I am there, I am moving, eager to get off.

Sun shining bright in my eyes, “I’M OUT!”

“No tears” I say firmly as I wave a lonely goodbye to my friends

I am brave, I am strong, I walk

Then I’m outside my new house.

Doorbell ringing, blood pumping - should I run away?

He says hello and shows me the farm.

Hay stacks and my new dad teaching new facts.

Rain falls, phone calls and that’s me going to sleep.

By Jonathan D (Yr6)

Blitz Moon

The night is clear
The moon is bright
The thing I hear
Throughout the night
Not the planes
Not the screams
But the bombs plummeting
To the earth it seems.
Bombs are flashing
Throughout the night
The smell of smoke
Not a peaceful night
The moon tonight
Frightening
Shining down
With a devilish frown
The earth below
Is white like snow.

By Matthew G (Yr6)