On the 25th January it was Robert Burns day so Port Ellen Primary School had their annual Burns Ceilidh. Robert Burns was a famous Scottish poet. Every child learnt a poem six children got through to the final were two judges would judge them . This is all the people who got !st .
Liam Campbell-p7 Maisie Logan-p6 Abbie Morris- p5 Ross Thompson-p4 Natalie Logan-p3 Rebbecca Morris-p2 Ciaran Middleton-p1.
Every one who won had to say their poem at the ceilidh. At the ceilidh everyone done some Scottish Country Dancing while Neil played the accordion. Some children in the school played Scottish musical instruments. Eilidh was on the accordion;Abbie on the fiddle;Maisie and Ruby on the tin whistle. We didn’t only have people doing musical solos we also had highland dancers. You can listen to p7s poem (A mans a man for a that) at the bottom.
a mans a man
Yesterday was Burns Day and we had a poetry competition in school. Each class had to recite their poem in front of judges, and here are the recordings of the winning recitals.
Primary 7 winner was Aileas with To a Mouse by Burns,
From Primary 6 we have Emily with Scots by Robert Burns,
From Primary 5 Danni with Rose by Burns,
From Primary 4 the winner was Abbie, reading What Will I do Gin My Hoggie Dies by Robert Burns.
From primary 3 the winner was Mirren who read Heron by JK Annand.
From primary 2 we have Natalie with Mondays Bairn,
From Primary 1 Matthew recites Wee WIllie Winkie,
wee willie winkie
On the 25th January P4 are going to recite ‘What will I do gin my hoggie die?’ and P5 are going to say ‘My love is like red, red rose.’ both by Robert Burns. After we are going to have haggis.
On the 25th of January it is Robert Burns day and every one in our school has a poem to memorise. We all say it to professionals and they judge it and we find out who wins on the 25th. On the 24th the heats are at 12pm but my class only has 4 people so we just say ours to the judges on the 25th. My classes poem is called My Love’s Like a Red Red Rose and its written by Robert Burns. This is my poem
My love’s like a red, red, rose,
Thats newly sprung in June,
My love’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will love thee still my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
by Robert Burns