This morning in English, Rooks looked at the setting of the scrap yard, where the Iron Man settles. We explored what would be found there, and wrote a verse of a poem in home groups. We then put it together to make a class poem.
Well done Rooks- excellent descriptive phrases!
Rooks
‘Scrapyard Challenge’ Poem 20/3/17
A broken scooter lying still on
the dirt,
Old, bent cutlery tumbling down
from the rocky cliff edge.
A big helicopter still and
unmoving.
As rusty as an old chain, a worn
motorbike lays still.
A burnt out microwave falling
from a hill crashing slowly to the ground,
Five tatty, old and rusty engines
screeching as they roll down the hill.
CLINK, CLASH, BOOM!
Rusty springs and bolts clinging
and clanking all day long
A television as tall as a rusty
old truck.
A broken radiator covered from
edge to edge in dust and cracks,
The wires are as long as a train
and older than World War Two.
Ragged nails and nuts swarming
together as the wind blows,
A mouldy microwave nestling
against a rusty pile of pans.
CRASH, BANG, WALLOP!
A TV being shoved down the fierce
Iron Man’s throat
A black shiny wheel rolling round
the dirty steel.
Exhausted engines rusting away in
the wind
A computer tasting better than
All You Can Eat at a buffet
A red old car lying in the metal
scrapyard
An iron chain wrapping itself
around a lamppost.
BANG! CRASH! WALLOP!
A broken microwave laying against
an old pile of cars
A greasy old stove, beneath an
old broken tractor.
An ancient rusty TV stuck under
an engine
A broken boiler spewing with oil
covered over by a metal blanket.
An enormous trailing chain
running from one side to the other.
CLINK, CLINK, CLINK!
Greasy, old springs jumping,
flipping, tumbling down the monstrous mountain
A rusty old tractor that has been
silent and lying motionless for years.
Chains for a topping – whatever they’re
on, they are perfect for a treat!
Rusty railway tracks that lie
silently on the edge of the sharp cliff.
An old decaying black fridge
laying on the mountain edge.
Forks, knives, spoons all
clinking together as they spill down the hill.
CLINK!
CLINK! CLINK!
The Iron Man was happy.
