Year 2 Art Gallery on PhotoPeach
Monday, November 28, 2011
Year 2 and 2/3 Art Galleries
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Year 4 Novel Study
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Friday Afternoon ICT Activity
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Friday ICT Group
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Year 6 Camp
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Year 5 Poetry
Year 5 Poetry Unit
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Book Trailer by 3J
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Book Trailer by Year 6
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Book Trailer by Year 7
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Book Trailer by 4J
ANZAC Day Poem by 3M
ANZAC Day Poem
Monday, September 5, 2011
Horrid Henry Book Trailer
Animal Reports Using Blabberize
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Year 5 Poetry
Firefighter
His face is fire
His smile is flowing water
His hands are rubber
His arms are hoses
His legs are spaghetti
His fingers are wood
His heart is steel
His stare is a dark wind
His voice is a massive echo
His laugh is a bee.
Year 2 Poetry Lessons
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Year 3 Poetry
Cinquain Poetry
by Marika
Books
Big, small
Opening, closing, reading
Read them any where
Novels
People
Nice, mean
Walking, breathing, blinking
Have education at school
Humans
Colours
Bright, dark
Painting, colouring, shading
On your favourite clothes
shades
Year 5 Camp
Create your own video slideshow at animoto.com.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Book Week Class Work
Year One Space Story
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Year 3 Poetry about Australian Celebrations
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Book Trailers
Haiku
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Friday Afternoon ICT Fun
Monday, August 8, 2011
Poetry Analysis
Read this very well written analysis of a poem by Charmaine in Yr 7. The students have been studying a variety of poems and focussing on several poetic forms. They have been identifying the forms and poetic devices used by a range of poets.
Poetry Analysis by Charmaine Year 7
The Shark
E.J.Pratt
The poem "The Shark" by E.J. Pratt, is free-verse and written in third person. This poem has no rhyme pattern. This poem is about a shark. The shark is not thrashing around awaiting a kill, it is mysterious, patient, stream-lined and graceful, planning its every move carefully. The main poetic device in the poem is imagery. When the author says 'shearing without a bubble the water', it appeals to our vision. It gives us an image of its stream-lined, tapered body cutting through the water like a knife through soft butter. The shark moves with great ease through the water, making it deadly fast.
Also, when the author says 'part vulture, part wolf, part neither – for his blood was cold', this adds to the poem by telling us that the shark is the most deadly predator. The vulture lies in wait for the perfect moment to strike, but there is no room for fault. And like the shark, a lone wolf hunts alone in silence, with deadly speed and never gets exhausted. Also, the shark's blood is cold - cold blood usually means evil, lonely, unhappy. Warm blood means happiness. The shark is a cold-blooded killer.
Another poetic device used was simile as in 'his fin, like a piece of sheet iron'. This tells the reader that his fin can cut through anything that crosses his path. In the poem, certain phrases are repeated, like 'three cornered fin' – repeated in stanzas 1 and 2. Also repeated is the phrase 'tubular, tapered, smoke-blue'. This adds effect to the poem by making the author remember it because it's written several times to show that it's important. Another poetic device used is alliteration. When the author writes 'lithely, leisurely', it tells us in detail how the shark swam which adds a lot of effect to the poem.
So, this poem has a mysterious, dark theme telling us that sharks are cunning, smart, fast and always alert. All the poetic devices did help create the image the author wanted.
The Shark
E. J. Pratt
He seemed to know the harbour,
So leisurely he swam;
His fin,
Like a piece of sheet-iron,
Three-cornered,
And with knife-edge,
Stirred not a bubble
As it moved
With its base-line on the water.
His body was tubular
And tapered
And smoke-blue,
And as he passed the wharf
He turned,
And snapped at a flat-fish
That was dead and floating.
And I saw the flash of a white throat,
And a double row of white teeth,
And eyes of metallic grey,
Hard and narrow and slit.
Then out of the harbour,
With that three-cornered fin
Shearing without a bubble the water
Lithely,
Leisurely,
He swam--
That strange fish,
Tubular, tapered, smoke-blue,
Part vulture, part wolf,
Part neither-- for his blood was cold.