Inspired
by
D. Shan
Cirque du Freak
‘Creativity in Reception’, Birkdale & William Gladstone PSs
‘Unlocking the curriculum’, Yrs 5 & 6, Birkdale PS
Literacy Hour, the ‘hub’; Creavtive arts, the ‘spokes’
The Evacuee
As I got on the train, I could see my mother waving and gave her a
look as if to say, ‘please take me home Mummy’. Soon the train was
leaving and I could see my Mum’s bright yellow hanky fading into the
distance. When we got off the train, I clung to my teddy and cried.
Inspired by M. Conlon-McKenna, Safe Harbour
‘Ireland in Schools’, 19 Woodlands Road, Liverpool 17 0AJ. Tel: 0151 727 6817; email: [email protected]
Free resources at: http://journals.aol.co.uk/kha200/IrelandinSchools
Now and in time to be
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
My uncle played the fiddle more elegantly the violin A favourite at barn and cross-roads dance
He knew The Sailor’s Bonnet
and The Fowling Piece.
‘Easter 1916', W.B. Yeats
‘The Country Fiddler’, John Montague
‘”Follower” by Seamus Heaney is about a boy
(the poet) who follows his father around
their farm, admiring the way he ploughs and
how hard he works. He makes it sound as
though he annoyed his father by following
him about ... but it is now the father who
follows his son, as he is now old and weak
and requires the help and support of his son
to get by. This links nicely with
Wordsworth’s claim that the child is the
father to the man because now the child is
acting like a father to the man.’
Year 11
‘In Cal Bernard MacLaverty tries to explain
how ordinary people in Ireland can be forced
into committing criminal offences, often,
violent, because of the immense pressure
upon them ... The style of writing is more
personal, allowing you to get inside the
characters’ heads and understand how they
really feel about the suffering around them
and how innocent people can be forced into
crime unwillingly.’
Year 11
There was a beard sprouting from it,
Bad health to the fellow's beard
A juice from it as venomous as poison
It was tallow with a sour draught taste.
‘The Butter’, Tadgh Dall Ó Huigínn, 16th c.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun...
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.
‘Digging’, Seamus Heaney
‘Ireland in Schools’, 19 Woodlands Road, Liverpool 17 0AJ. Tel: 0151 727 6817; email: [email protected]