Sunday, 15 September 2013
Pebble, I found you in Portugal.
I have kept you for all these years.
You are as crystal white as snow.
You are very precious to me.
Pebble, you are a whole discovery to be made.
You have cracks through you.
How old are you?
Maybe 480,000,000 years old?
Tuesday, 10 September 2013
Pablo wrote a pebble poem at home too:
My pebble is brown and golden.
It's got stripes all over.
My pebble has got two big holes.
The pebble has a great big space.
My pebble has some white that's shining.
It's smooth and rocky.
The pebble has lots of lines;
It looks like only one line.
The pebble is a bit like a face.
Here is the poem that Class 4B created:
The pebble that I found is brown and white
It travelled the ocean wide
Before I picked it up
And put it in my pocket.
This ancient, patterned jewel
One of a thousand million others
Sitting on the beach
Waiting for someone to pick it up
That someone was me
I removed it from its family
The other small, rounded pebbles
That crunch beneath our feet.
Clara wrote two poems at home about two pebbles, one from Sweden, one from France:
My first pebble
You have two holes
You are black and white
I found you in the sea
You look like a shark’s tooth
One of your holes is big
One of your holes is little
You have two pointy edges
You have a deep hole
You are solid
You smell of seaweed.
My little pebble
There is one side where you are smooth
You are so little that I can not find you on the beach
You look a bit like the face of a dog or a cat
The first time that I saw you you were so dirty
You don’t have a missing half
You are always cold
You have some designs
You are pointy on the back
You look a bit like a small triangle
You smell like you have been in a garden.
Sunday, 8 September 2013
At the same time we're looking at one particular pebble of our own really carefully.
We did this on Friday, and took turns to handle our pebble and to describe it and say what it made us think of.
Then we kneaded our descriptions and thoughts into a poem shape.
Here's the pebble and the poem from 4G:
like a hard potato
like a small mountain
a massage stone
made of different rocks
grey and cream
it has a design
unusual to find a rock with stripes
crystal white like paint
x marks the spot
like the beak of a bird
you could scratch yourself
like the claws of a dinosaur
it has a missing half
it smells like it's been in the sea