Sorry for the delay in posting Mrs D’s Monday homework – one or two technical issues, but we are sorted now!! 🙂
Homework instructions Monday 29th October 2018
Choose one of the poems that you have been given to learn. You will be asked to recite it in class from Monday 12th November. We will be expecting you to perform it in a clear voice, with expression and good eye contact. IF you want to use props you may, but you do not have to. Part of this task is learning how you learn things best. Here are some strategies to try –
- repeating the poem out loud over and over again
- writing it out over and over again
- taking each line and using ‘Look, Say, Cover, Write, Check’
- use different colours to write each line in
- drawing pictures next to each line or a few lines
- recording it spoken onto an electronic device and then listening and repeating
Get an adult to help you try some of these. It will be very useful in the future to know which strategies work best for you.
Thank you, Mrs Allan and Mrs Danielian P6A/D J
| Song of the Witches:
“Double, double toil and trouble” (from Macbeth)
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983) |
Color
What is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain’s brink. What is red? a poppy’s red In its barley bed. What is blue? the sky is blue Where the clouds float thro’. What is white? a swan is white Sailing in the light. What is yellow? pears are yellow, Rich and ripe and mellow. What is green? the grass is green, With small flowers between. What is violet? clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? Why, an orange, Just an orange!
Source: The Golden Book of Poetry (1947) |
| Sunflakes
BY FRANK ASCH
If sunlight fell like snowflakes, gleaming yellow and so bright, we could build a sunman, we could have a sunball fight, we could watch the sunflakes drifting in the sky. We could go sleighing in the middle of July through sundrifts and sunbanks, we could ride a sunmobile, and we could touch sunflakes— I wonder how they’d feel.
Source: Ring Out Wild Bells (1992)
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Furry Bear
BY A. A. MILNE
If I were a bear, And a big bear too, I shouldn’t much care If it froze or snew; I shouldn’t much mind If it snowed or friz— I’d be all fur-lined With a coat like his!
For I’d have fur boots and a brown fur wrap, And brown fur knickers and a big fur cap. I’d have a fur muffle-ruff to cover my jaws, And brown fur mittens on my big brown paws. With a big brown furry-down up to my head, I’d sleep all the winter in a big fur bed.
Source: The Complete Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (Dutton, 1998) |
| Sir’s a Secret Agent
By TONY LANGHAM
Sir’s a secret agent He’s licensed to thrill At Double-Oh Sevening He’s got bags of skill.
He’s tall, dark and handsome With a muscular frame Teaching’s his profession But danger’s his game.
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He’s cool and he’s calm
When he makes a decision He’s a pilot, skydiver And he can teach long-division.
No mission’s too big No mission’s too small School kids, mad scientists He takes care of them all.
He sorts out the villains The spies and the crooks Then comes back to school And marks all our books.
Source: A Poem for Every Day of the Year (1999) |
| The night will never stay
By ELEANOR FARJEON
The night will never stay, The night will still go by, Though with a million stars You pin it to the sky; Though you bind it with the blowing wind And buckle it with the moon, The night will slip away Like a sorrow or a tune.
Source: A First Poetry Book (OUP 1979)
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Clouds
By AILEEN FISHER
Wonder where they come from? Wonder where they go? Wonder why they’re sometimes high and sometimes hanging low? Wonder what they’re made of, and if they weigh a lot? Wonder if the sky feels bare Up there, when clouds are not?
Source: A First Poetry Book (OUP 1979)
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| A Dragonfly
By ELEANOR FARJEON
When the heat of the summer, Made drowsy the land, A dragon fly came And sat on my hand.
With its blue-jointed body, And wings like spun glass, It lit on my fingers As though they were grass.
Source: A First Poetry Book (OUP 1979)
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Mud
By John Smith
I like mud, I like it on my clothes, I like it on my fingers, I like it on my toes.
Dirt’s pretty ordinary, And dust’s a dud, For a really good mess-up, I like mud!
Source: A First Poetry Book (OUP 1979) |
