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Weihnachten ist Rudolph und seine rote Nase
Weihnachten ist das Abendessen mit Weissen Zuckerguss auf
Weihnachten ist das Küssen unter dem Mistelzweig
Weihnachten ist Geschenke sitzt unter dem schnee bedeckten Baum
Weihnachten ist zimt duftenden Färbung der Luft
Weihnachten ist das Fett Mann Klettern durch der Schornstein
Weihnachten ist wachen Kinder wie die Lerche singt
Weihnachten ist eine Stechpalme bedeckt Kranz an der Hastür
Weihnachten ist die Strümpfe Über dem kamin hängen
Weihnachten ist die Karottennase im Gesicht des Schneemanns

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Christmas is Rudolph and his red nose
Christmas is dinner with white icing on top
Christmas is kisses under the mistletoe
Christmas is gifts sitting under the snow covered tree
Christmas is cinnamon scented candles colouring the air
Christmas is the fat man climbing down the chimney
Christmas is children waking as the lark sings
Christmas is a holly covered wreath on the front door
Christmas is the stockings hanging about the fireplace
Christmas is the carrot nose on the snowman’s face

In My Ghostbox by Louis, yr 8

Posted: December 2, 2013 by dukefrederick in creative writing, poetry
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In my ghostbox I shall put the chill of an empty room,
The bleak wind blowing on the back of my neck,
And a rhino beetle creeping up my spine.

In my ghostbox I shall put silken spiderwebs clinging to my face,
The echo of my heartbeat thumping in my chest,
And the taste of bland dust in my mouth. (more…)

In My Ghost Box

Posted: November 22, 2013 by dukefrederick in creative writing, poetry
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In my ghostbox shall put the chill of an empty room,
The hissing of a human snake
And a spider lost in my heart.

In my ghostbox I shall put a book of spells, in a locked cupboard
The story of a spinning globe
And the choking dust from a bomb blast. (more…)

Bonjour L’Automne

Posted: October 1, 2013 by celiaayli in creative writing, poetry, Pupil
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Bonjour l’automne
Au revoir l’été

Bonjour les jours frais
Au revoir le soleil

Bonjour le collège
Au revoir les vacances (more…)

Autumn Colours

Posted: September 27, 2013 by dukefrederick in creative writing, poetry
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Autumn comes in many colours:
Grey as the road to beyond
And the early morning mist.

Red as the leaves on the trees
And the petals on the dying roses.

Yellow as the slices of lemon in a jug of water
And the pencils in children’s schoolbags.

Green as the crunch of an apple in mouth
And the woollen scarf keeping me warm.

Blue as the sky’s limits
And its reflection in the frosty lake.

Brown as the trunk of the spreading tree
And the flocks of sparrows in the air.

Black as my leather jacket
And the night sky/

By SW yr7

WordPress’ photography challenge this week is Inside.
We can also use it as a prompt for a writing challenge; 100 words of narrative or descriptive writing, maybe a poem. The choice is yours.

If you want to take a photograph for the challenge and create a post here you will need a username.
Don’t worry if you don’t have your own, we have four generic usernames for pupils to use.

Reading of Sea-Fever

Posted: February 7, 2013 by dukefrederick in ICT and eSafety at Evelina, poetry
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Reading of Sea-Fever

firstly I read the poem and my other helper mixed up the different sounds to make up the thunder noise and the sea rattling.

I really enjoyed the editing my work which includes the reading and the sounds

I think that the hard part about it was that the reading because you really have to read clearly and to make sure that other people can understand what i am saying

but its quiet an exciting feeling when your recording the Adrenalin is amazing and the atmosphere is wonderful and i think if everyone  had a chance to have a go at doing this then they would love it and would never get enough of it.

 

the pale sea :) :P

Posted: January 31, 2013 by celiaayli in creative writing, poetry
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Listen to my recording that I created in Audacity.

Nice song of water

The Boggeo

Posted: January 31, 2013 by dukefrederick in creative writing, poetry, Pupil
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The Boggeo
By PO
The boggeo is big fat and orange.
The boggeo loves Miroslawa.
The boggeo is spikey.
The boggeo has seven legs.
The boggeo is old, like an old man.
The boggeo has one big green eye.
The boggeo wears glasses.
The boggeo wears a small blue hat.
The boggeo smells of goobies.
The boggeo eats lots of chocolate.
The boggeo dances a lot.

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