Fernando's pebble poem

I have a stone

and it's like 

the one Mrs Baldwin had.

It has many stripes,

Inside it's a little white.

Mrs Baldwin's

lacks my side

My side is the other side

of Mrs Baldwin's stone,

heavy and large.

Fernando

Penelope's pebble poem

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?

Penelope

Pablo's pebble and poem

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.

Cristina's pebble and poem

Here's Cristina's pebble and the poem she wrote at home:

You are my first pebble. I found

you at the park. I

saved your life.

Now you are nice

and safe with me.

You are small

as small

as a baby 

chick

you could

grow big

like a 

giant.

In the water you

shine like a star.

Pebble poem

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's pebble poems

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.

Clara

The Pebble in my Pocket

We starting off our Year 4 English learning with an information book called The Pebble in My Pocket. It uses geologists' understanding of the earth's history to follow the long journey of one particular pebble.

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:

smooth

like a hard potato

solid

like a small mountain

heavy

a massage stone

made of different rocks

grey and cream

it has a design 

it's exciting 

unusual to find a rock with stripes

crystal white like paint

x marks the spot

it's oval

like the beak of a bird

it's bumpy

you could scratch yourself

three toes

like the claws of a dinosaur

it has a missing half

orange inside

Poseidon's beard

it smells like it's been in the sea