To help us with our topic Falkirk library services sent us a resource box to look at. It was full of very precious and delicate items that have been made from used and unwanted packaging. Have a look at our photos and see how clever people can be. What do you think?
In Primary 6 we have been learning how to recognise metapors in our reading and how to write them.
We have all written colour metaphor poems. I wonder if you can guess the colours from the clues?
What colour am I ?
It is a burning hot sun.
It is a lovely new summer’s day.
It is a fox hunting for its prey after killing a bird.
It is a brick house wall waiting for someone to live in it.
It is the colour of Irn Bru.
by Abbie Wilson
What colour am I?
It is an orange spilled upon a magnifier.
It is a polished bowling ball across the, sun, burning it.
It is a hovering banana, glowing in colour.
Can you guess? It is a dirty first place badge shining?
This colour is spilled upon the shy sky at sun set.
by Adam Hughes
What colour am I?
It is really bad anger.
It is blood running through our bodies.
It is painfull angry sunburn.
It is beautiful Spanish dress.
It is the colour of the fizzy cola can.
By Aiden McCarroll
What colour am I ?
It is a big puffy doll’s dress ,
It is the tulips in the garden ,
It is bright the same as the sun,
It is one of the happiest colours,
It is a girls favourite colour.
By Ben Wilson
What colour am I?
It is a beautiful skirt with glitter.
It is a shiny diamond.
It is the colour of eve’s pencil case.
It is a big and beautiful skirt.
It is the colour of royalty.
By Caitlin McCormack
What colour am I ?
It is the tin man that walks along in shame.
It is the solid coin that falls from heaven.
It is the iron satellite that falls to earth.
It is the metal round the rubber on the top of my pencil.
By Callum Orr
What colour am I ?
It is the swift shadows lurking in the darkness.
It is the field that is haunted at midnight.
It is the forest where the fox lurks ready to pounce
It is the fun park that is very scary
It is the fur on the bear that is very rough
By Jack Stevenson
What Colour Am I?
It is a nice gem sparkling majestically,
It is a wall plain and bear,
It is very runny blood dripping down something mischevieously,
It is a sports car zooming away with speed,
It is a pen crossing work in shame!
By Callum Barnes
What colour am I?
It is a beautiful clear sky
It is the centre of the ocean
It is the brilliant colour of the Rangers strip
It is the colour of the freezing cold tap
It is the colour of denim jeans.
By Calum Erskine
What colour am I ?
It is the night sky.
It is a rock falling off a mountain.
It is a cat meowing at me.
It is Darth Vader dancing.
It is the Devil creeping up behind me with a body.
By Cameron Walker
What Colour Am I?
It is the creamy chocolate I love to eat.
It is the rough, lumpy bark on an old Oak tree.
It is the crispy leaves in Autumn.
It is my toy bunny I’ve had since my first Easter.
It is the mud I’ve just stepped into.Oh no, it’s not mud,
It’s poo!
By Catriona Thomson
What colour am I?
It is the misty sky at midnight.
It is the spider creeping up beside me.
It is the gair of the witches cat sitting on a broom.
It is the dark road sleeping on the ground.
It is the chalky blackboard waitng to be cleaned.
By Chloe Gibson
What colour am I?
It is the rough bark on the tree.
It is fire wood burning away.
It is the bulk dog’s hare.
It is the smooth chocolate bar.
It is the colour of the earth.
By Christopher Glass
What colour am I ?
It is the sky on a sunny day.
It is a treasure chest filled with sapphires.
It is a water fall.
It is nice as paint.
It is the lovely sea.
By Craig Reid
What colour am I?
It is the colour of the Manchester united home top for 08, 09, 10 and also 2011.
It is the blood in your long veins.
It is the colour of the Chinese flag.
It is the cool colour of cola cans.
By Dylan Brown
What colour am I?
It is the midnight sky.
It is a dark cat with glowing eyes.
It is the empty room in the house.
It is a shadow creeping up behind me.
It is the the gloomy skirt on the small angry girl.
By Eva Lyon
What colour am I?
It is love that is growing between a girl and a boy.
It is blood pouring from a scab.
It is roses growing in the beautiful garden.
It is a strawberry that is so sweet.
It is lips that meet in the middle.
By Eve Cattanach
What Colour am I
It is dark, lumpy tarmac.
It is the bloodsucking bat.
It is the killer whale striking it prey.
It is a spider catching flys in its web.
By Jamie Thomson
What colour am I?
It is a sparkling jewel
It is as clear as water
It is a shiny diamond ring
It is a roll of tin foil
It is the colour of the moon
By Keira McNeill
What colour am I?
It is a sparkley gorgeous jewel.
It is the spikey clouds.
It is the paper shining.
It is the colour of the polorshirts.
By Kiana Thomson
What Colour Am I?
It is the, jewelled grass I see each morning.
It is a beautiful field of grass.
It is the trees that flow in the wind.
It is a new huge bush in my garden.
It is the massive hills I see through my bedroom window.
By Lauren Goodbrand
What colour am I?
It is the sweet, sugary, rocky sherbet.
It is the marching grass, always better on the other side.
It is the thick oozing lime drink, skooshing out the huge fat alien.
It is the never ending, slide like, empty, lonely moor,
Said to have deadly dangerous monsters
Tthat like to lurk about in the dead of night.
It is the tall, dark, shadowy trees, that seem
Tto talk to each other saying “swishy swashy”,
Telling you to get off their long, stretched land.
By Matthew Calderwood
What colour am I?
It is dark like the clouds on a rainy day.
It is a empty room with the lights switched off.
The colour of a extremely creepy spider.
By Rachel Penman
What colour am I ?
It is the juicy morning grass in my garden.
It is the moss that lays on the path.
It is the brightness of the leaves on the trees,
It is the deep dark shade of the speed boat,
It is the colour of my dog’s collar.
By Robbie Fleming
What colour am I?
It is the colour of the class room phone.
It is the long hard ladder in the rainy day.
It is the big dictionary on the table.
It is the colour of a long fluffy hair of a cat.
It is the ugly fat cupboard in the class.
By Sandra Bennett
What colour am I?
It is treasure in the hidden caves,
It’s the kings dishes.
It’s the king and Queen’s crown,
It mostly goes with silver.
It’s the colour of jewellery.
By Scott Anderson
The Country Wind
The pitch-black clouds raced across the grey sky.
The howling wind tore quickly through the vast, mighty forest.
Brown, crinkly leaves travelled majestically to the forest floor.
The dead branches clattered noisily to the soft, mossy ground.
The cranky, old, red fox scattered stiffly
To its death from an oncoming branch.
By The Chattery Chipmunks
The Country Wind
The deadly wind tears through the creepy forest.
Rapidly the leaves spin downwards off the trees.
Quickly the old branches crash to the moss covered ground.
The old, grumpy, grey fox scurries to his damp earth.
The dark, mighty clouds fly across the vast, gloomy sky.
Angrily the old, constipated, ugly farmer
Slams his ragged door on the mad day.
By The Marshmallow Ninja Pandas
The Country Wind
The ferocious wind raced through the deep, dark forest.
Dramatically the leaves fiercely dropped the trees.
Branches anxiously die down to the covered up ground.
The old fox sprinted quickly to his underground lair.
Dark clouds rush upon the motionless pitch-black sky.
Rapidly the farmer slammed his dog shut.
By The Royal Stars
The Country Wind
The powerful wind tore through the deep, scary forest.
Old ragged leave stumbled down off the moss-covered tree.
Broken branches thundered to the wet, squidgy ground.
The old, sly fox scurried quickly to his damp underground earth.
Angrily the dark clouds thundered across the gloomy sky.
The old crabbit farmer slammed his door ferociously on the dark day.
By The Cheeky Chinchillas
The Country Wind
The heavy wind crashed through the dark forest.
Spiky leaves rapidly flew off the trees.
The weird branches dropped with a thud to the black, hard ground.
The ancient fox stumbled to his mound of muddy earth.
The big, dark clouds zipped across the sky.
The old farmer bashed his broken, wooden door on the terrible day.
By The Denims
The Country Wind
The deadly wind blew ferociously through the deep dark woods.
Old, brown leaves stumbled constantly off the large tree.
Long branches thump anxiously on the muddy earth.
The young, ginger fox creeps soundlessly to his family’s earth.
The massive, dark cloud drifted through the night sky.
The ugly, disfigured farmer noisily slammed his broken door.
By The Assassination Meerkats
The Country Wind
Ferociously the deadly wind threw
Itself through the dark mysterious bear forest.
The crispy brown leaves flew off the ancient, scabby trees.
The frozen branches took their journey
Majestically down to the cluttered forest floor.
Miserably the old ginger fox followed a black crow
To his silent but deadly lair.
Dark, misty clouds flowed through the frosty air
Like aircrafts about to crash.
The freaky, mysterious old famer slams his door
Hard on the bad day.
By The Speedy Bamboo Brains
