Mother day card

Mum you are the best

Under the Earth is not kind as you

Mum you are the bestest mum ever

From Shahrooz 5HW

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Mothers day poem

Mum you are the best in the

Universe because you are

My mum

By Martins

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mothers day poem by charlie

Motherly sences all over me,

under the stars you shine the most

Mum your the best in the universe

I love you mum

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mothers day

mum i love you more than mcdonalds                                                                                       

you always make me smile when im down

mum i love you more you more than choclate

universe wont shine without you

mum you are the best

by jai

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By Saffron – 5SK

Our brilliant trip to Liverpool! On Thursday 25th February year five visited Liverpool International Slavery Museum were we found more information about slavery in the 18th century! Whilst we were there we were given three sheets full of questions, the point was to find tem as we explored the museum. When we had looked around and eaten our lunch we entered the amazing gift shop were we bought tons of cool items!

By Saffron Taylor- Edwardson

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Dear Diary By Usman 5MW

Saturday 28th November 1991

Dear Diary,

We have been in this cruel, evil war now for a long 8 months and thousands of innocent people have lost their lives (which was in peace before the war) just because they swapped tough military soldiers between Croatia, Yugoslavia and Bosnia. We are all sick  and mad of it. I have been stuck in this tiny, dark, metal shelter for about 2 weeks (is a long time if you’re doing nothing) and we have not much supply of natural water and tasty food plus we haven’t got any electricity to give us energy for the light. Buildings have been crumbling (as if they were digestives being munched up) for weeks with a burning fire looking like to be a fire blizzard in a couple of ruthless days. Mummy and daddy think we are going to be here for another month or two but they don’t know. We’ve been listening to Radio Ham now for 4 days to find any sign of Srdjan (my parents best friend). So far we have good news and bad news. We might even get more bad news later on but the good news for now is that Srdjan and his wife (Bokica) is alive and the bad news is that the battery for the radio has ran out and the rest of the batteries we left in the house. Who knows what could happen if we left the damp shelter? All we can hear is brave soldiers marching, guns and bombs exploding everywhere, innocent men and women screaming and planes being flied over our wet shelter. Last night we’d heard that Ducal Palace had been blown to smithereens. That was the place where mummy and daddy were married. Mummy cried for an hour. I was really upset and sorrowful. The smell was really bad. All you could smell was smoke from the buildings, the petrol from the planes and tanks and the stink coming from the dead bodies. It was as if there was a million stink bombs in them. Daddy decided to evacuate from Slovenia and thought about travelling to France and live there for the rest of their lives but it would’ve taken maximum 17 days to get there and we didn’t even have enough water and food. We went passed farms, mountains, rivers and we’d only arrived in Austria which took us 5 days to reach. The mountains were very bumpy. In fact they were so bumpy that they broke my sandals. They were already tattered but I just ruined them more. We didn’t have anywhere to go but this kind and generous farmer gave us a room in his farm. It was the only place we could stay. He gave us planty of water to last up to Switzerland. Somehow it lasted up to Liechenstein. We went to the river to get the water from there. At least it was clean. We just had a dip in the river which was very relaxing. I had been travelling for 10 days now and I was so close to France. 3 days had passed and we finally arrived in France. We only brought 7 euros which was enough for me, mummy and daddy to go onto a bus. Luckily, the farmer had given 20 euros from his wages so we could just pay for food. We had a job in a cafe which paid just one of us 50 euros per a day which was a lot for one person. In 10 days we would be able to buy a house. I also had to go to school. So far I haven’t made any friends. They are all very mean to me because I’m an assylum seeker. That meant I got 30 euros per day for my work in the cafe. Daddy was looking for a cheap house and me a nd mummy were working to get money. On my birthday we bought the wonderful little house which was the best present I could have. In my school, my old friend (from Slovenia) came their and I had a friend.

From Zlata      

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Percentages By Usman

In set maths we have been learning about percentages. You can find percentages in pie charts, shops and many more things. Percentage is always out of a hundred. If you have 200 as a number that will be 100% because that is all of the number. The percentage sign is %. To work out 1% of 200 you divide 200 by 100 and to work out 10% of 200 you have to divide by 10. If you have to work out 5% all you do is find out 10% by dividing the number by 10 and then you half the answer you got when you divided your number. You can also work out percentages over 100 like 150%. You do that by getting 100%, then finding 50% and add the 100% and 50% together. To work out 50% you have to half your number and you get the answer.

Work out these:

10% of 891=

25% of 452=

55% of 1,549=

245% of 345=

567% of 999=

This is ONLY for teachers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:

1,549% of 8,453=

999% of 999=

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Africa Poems

Whilst looking at Africa we studied animals that you may find there and looked at landscapes. From this we developed our own poems. We hope you enjoy them.

A cloudless sky, it is uninhabited 

Sitting in the dry, roasting sun in the fading sky 

A ruined poor thing in a beautiful, vast open space 

As old as your Grandma 

A great thing to look as old as can be 

But ancient leaves hanging up–Courtney 5MW 

Stomping through the cool river after having the burning sun beam down on his skin 

Flapping his ears as his huge feet hit the floor of the rocky river once more 

A grey storm thundering down the river, spray splashing in his wake 

Rearing his head back, a sound as loud as a jet engine, could be heard across the Savannah 

Climbing out of the river spotting his heard, he lumbers towards them and disappears into the hot Savannah, horizon.–Bethan 5MW 

As they stroll further they get more and more perished 

Their ears are like wings that swing in the air 

Their trunks spiralled under trunks 

They abandon their family’s and spread off from their pride [herd] 

Soon they’re somewhere ready to hide–Maeve 5MW 

Its spots travelling like a fighter jet zooming into combat, 

Its heart fighting desperately to keep it alive 

Legs moving at 1,000 miles per hour, as it darts through the dry, bright Savanah 

Weaving in and out of the dead wrinkly trees, which died in the dangerous heat of the blazing sun 

He rips through his pray with his sharp needle like claws 

The lion maybe king of the jungle, but the cheetah is definitely 

 king of the Savannah–Tom 5MW 

Sprinting like a brand new dirt bike on luscious green grass 

Spotty and muscley pouncing through the blazing Savanah 

Catching his pray, ripping through it like a sweet 

He smells like a drunk man 

No animal wild can defeat him–Billy 5MW 

His deafening raw of rage could be heard from miles away 

Lays lazily down on the dirty, dry yellow grass as the burning, boiling sun beams down 

Giving no mercy to whoever dares to come and disturb him 

Teeth as sharp as a ruined stiff rock, rips viciously through the enemies body 

The smell of cruel nasty blood drifts through its nostrils

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In year 5 we have been writing poetry. We had to make sure that we used similes, metaphors and exciting vocabulary!

As we have been making african masks based on out topic of Freedom and Slavery; we tried to link our poetry to the masks!

We imagined there was a spirit within the mask and tried to make him/her a real person (this is personification!).

Dylan, George and Owen worked extremely hard on their poems and I am extremely proud of them! Mrs Khan x

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My spiret child by George Roscoe

My spirit child

His hair like a golden fleas in a blast of light!

Rings of blue water, red blood and black darkness!

 Ears with pearls of the universe!

A terrifying mouth made of deep sea water!

Horns like an elegant antelope!

Colours of the rainbow scatted everywhere!

Eyes like the beaming hot sun with the purple sunset for eyes!

once you’ve experienced him your life will never be the same!

Microscopic orange markings show all over him!

you wouldn’t like to meet this spirit!

who is my spirit child?

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