In the Senior Unit, we have been looking at visualising as a reading strategy. This week students were played various pieces of instrumental music and were asked to visualise what would be happening. They used their ideas to publish some very creative pieces of writing. Below are the creative writing and the links to the music that inspired them:
Convergence - https://bit.ly/2zl6sKk
Far far away in the jungle of Barakomo. Where if you are lucky and are a great musician you will be able to play your music at a wedding ceremony.
Hi, I’m Saliuna and I have been chosen to play at my villages chief’s wedding. Out of all the men the chief chose me. I will probably get laughed at since everybody in our village knows that there has never ever been a girl play at a wedding ceremony. I don’t know why it was me it just was and one day there will be more girls playing at lots of different sorts of ceremonies.
The day has arrived and the ceremony is about to start and my band hasn’t arrived. What am I going to do? The chief walking right towards me and I have to stay out of sight. I really need a miracle. All of a sudden I feel a slightly rough but not to hard to injure me tap on my shoulder. I wonder who it is. Please don’t be the chief or her fiance.
I slowly turn around and standing right in front of me are a bunch of little girls the first little girl says “We saw you run away behind this bush and you looked really worried, is everything alright?”
“Actually my band hasn’t arrived and I have all their instruments”
“ We will help you by being your band”, they all suggested.
At the end of the ceremony, it was the best musical performance ever to be at a wedding in our village and it was all performed by girls. By Lily
You know this has to happen, it’s the only way to save the hidden animal kingdom. Taking one more step closer to your destiny, while holding your breath you hear the birds making noises to show their faith in you. These birds are different though. They give you strength, and they make harsher squeals, deeper chirps. As you look around you hear the trees whispering to you, their branches reaching out to you as if they were alive. It’s very dark underneath these trees. The yellow, green and blue eyes stare you straight in the eyes, paralyzing you. Letting go of your fears, you forget all your worries, and let the breeze take your thought away and pull you forwards.
You hear more noises, louder booming ones as you get closer to a river that is crossing your path. This was the only way out and the only way to save your mysterious yet wonderful tribe of memories, to extinction. Looking back you see the animals with hope in their eyes, as they circle you, some glaring at the ground in apology, telling you that this was the only way out, and the only way to save them, as well as yourself. The fish swim past, making way for you, this was goodbye already. You have your last glance back at the kingdom, as a tear rolls down your face onto the ground making the soil there moist.
Now that it’s silent you can hear your heartbeat rise and fall. What was this feeling? You are their only hope, why cry now? The wind changes direction, or at least that’s what you think, because your thoughts come back now, back into your mind and brain. You stand up straight, pretending to be proud, but it’s hard, to tell the truth when you’ve always lied. Hard to look into the future when you know you’re already there. You tell yourself one last time, This was goodbye. You remember being told, “When your path isn’t turning, and your paths go nowhere, don’t be scared, keep on walking, turn the corner and I’ll be there.” Why was it hard to believe that now? Just go...Now is not the time to stop. By Stevie
Weightless - http://bit.ly/2tkdD1Z
The light rippled through the water as the seaweed swayed. It was a colourful paradise under the turquoise surface. Thousands of clownfish swam through the bright orange anemones. Baby snapper played and chattered in the thick seaweed and giant parrot fish swim slowly through the rainbow coral. This is a tropical world for fish. In the middle of it, all laid an enormous, magical underwater tree, the heart of the reef. By Amber
In SU2 this week we listened to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and used this to stimulate our imaginations and to visualise/create pictures in our minds. From this, we created stories.
The Queen’s Bird
The baby bird chirped as it’s mum flew to it with some juicy worms. The baby bird hopped around with joy. He looked down out of tree, spread his wings and jumped out. He flapped and flapped and flew! He started to sing. He roamed around the forest chirping away with the sun shining on his feathers. He travelled around forest England until he got to Buckingham Palace. He decided to start a family of his own. He gathered twigs and set them up on the Queens Window sill at Buckingham Palace.
He flew to St James Park and saw a female bird and sang to her. They flew together to the nest. When spring came their three little eggs hatched. The male bird flew everywhere and couldn’t find any worms. It spotted some juicy looking apples in a fruit bowl in the Queen’s personal kitchen. He grabbed one in his beak.
He took it back to the family and they all ate together. From then on the Queen’s personal chef would wonder where the apples had gone. One day the Queen opened her blinds to her surprise to find a nest of birds. She found out that it was the birds who had stolen the apples but she did not tell. Instead she kept them hidden away and gave them food.
But life goes on, and the baby birds grew up and started the life cycle again.
THE END. By Mariella