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Sensory Scenes
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Roz Goddard (Birmingham Poet Laureate) explained
to the children that they were going to use their senses to gather information
about the outdoor environment.
We went outside to look, listen and feel.
Back in the classroom, Roz showed the children how to use their observations
to create poems about Woodgate Valley.
Some of the children performed their poems
at the end of the session and received enthusiastic rounds of applause
from the audience.
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My Senses at Woodgate
The trees and the branches
are like spider legs running in the stream.
The water is crashing on the rocks.
My feet were sinking in the sloppy water.
Electric pylons like train tracks in the sky.
The ivy shaped in a heart shape, bright green.
The trees and the branches are like spider legs running in the stream.
By Kelly Pryce
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My Senses at Woodgate
The green powdery lichen
on the fence.
Black, brown, gold and red feathers on the chicken.
The river is trickling down and the people move and make a swoosh
noise with their wellies.
The bright green catkin looks like a worm wriggling.
The green and black bark is shaped like a boat.
The fern is the shape of a knife.
The green powdery lichen on the fence.
By Kamar Shah
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Woodgate
The branches of the oak tree look like a
flash of lightening.
The river was trickling with our reflections.
A nest is hanging on the end of a tree, on the way to falling.
The shallow brook flowing between muddy paths like a fine sheet of water.
The leaves are like crisps crunching in a bag.
The pond is full of water algae.
The branches of the oak tree look like a flash of lightening.
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My Senses at Woodgate
Park
Oak trees like the witches
wild hair.
The roosters are dancing in the farm yard.
Squelching of the mud.
The barking of excited dogs.
Shiny, sharp, dark green holly leaves.
The whistling birds are like the whistling of the wind.
The slow flowing water is like a snail wiggling down the road.
Oak trees like the witches wild hair.
By Grace Marie Morgan
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My Senses at Woodgate
The pond has still water, a
dark green colour.
The hills are steep and lumpy.
Flowing from the river, relaxing and calm.
Trotting of horses along the road.
Barking of dogs sensing danger.
I am looking at the bright, sunny, blue sky in the corner of my eye.
The pond has still water, a dark green colour.
By Leanne Carter
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My Senses at Woodgate
A tree as big as a house and branches
as complicated as wiring.
And cars go fast like rockets up to space.
When feet get stuck it is like the muddy ground underneath my feet.
When geese are yawning and asking for food, they are like hungry babies.
The clouds floating in the sky remind me of how the stream flows slowly
and calmly along it's path.
A tree as big as a house and branches as complicated as wiring.
By James Palmer
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