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Broxbourne School

On 28th March I’ll be spending the day at Broxbourne school in Hertfordshire - can’t wait!

| Posted on: March 27, 2012 | Filed under: News

 

Comments

"Hikma" Says:

Lucky school! I wish you could come to mine!

"Sam Osman" Says:

Where is your school? If I am in your area maybe I could visit it. It would be nice to meet my star reviewer!

"Charlotte - Broxbourne school" Says:

Thank you for visiting the school. This is the poem that I have written about the sea:
Salty skipping, playing at my ankles,
Lively, delicous energy whirling.
Splurting warmth, fuzzing excitment,
Spinning, jumping, happy twirling.

But then it’s teasing, rocking in laughter;
laughter of bitter, pathetic spite
roaring, throwing me down,
caught in it’s watery, bitter bite…

"Rebecca Stoklund Lee - Broxbourne School" Says:

This is my poem about the seaside:

Soft tickling breeze,
Emarald candyfloss tipping my tounge,
A forever lapping sea sound,
Step, crab, OUCH!
Instant pain thrushing through my body, like electricity,
Demon screaming thrusting out of my mouth,
Even the suns heat could not rid me the cold inside me.

Thank you for reading i hope you enjoy.
Rebecca x

"Amelia Eldridge" Says:

Standing across the glass,
I could here the screaming of the baby,
I could see her mums smile,
I feel the warmth of thier presence,
There was the touch of death,
The face dimmers,
The smile goes,
I could smell the salt running down her eyes,
I can taste the tears,
Could I have don my job,
And save her life.

"Emilia Saudella - Broxbourne School" Says:

I was a pupil in the book club and as we were given a chalenge to describe something I chose a baby:

The beautiful baby was my sister. The giggly child was so sweet as it sucked the fresh milk out of its bottle. I love my baby sister so much! All of a sudden I hated her. She got so pooey and wet I dreaded changing her nappy as it smelled as dreadful as a dumpsite. She started wailing so badly so I placed her carefully in her silky cot hoping she would finally stop.

Please reply I would love to know what you think of it!!

"Rebecca - Broxbourne School" Says:

This is my poem about the seaside:

Soft tickling breeze,
Emarald candyfloss tipping my tounge,
A forever lapping sea sound,
Step, crab, OUCH!
Instant pain thrushing through my body, like electricity,
Demon screaming thrusting out of my mouth,
Even the suns heat could not rid me the cold inside me.

Thank you for reading i hope you enjoy.
Rebecca

"Amelia" Says:

hi i think these are good ideas for a book name;
4 corners
st8 truth
4 walls
light truth
true sweet lies
tramped out
bonded
death bond

"Charlie" Says:

Hi Sam

I thought I would show you my poem:

Day 1

How does it feel to hear a new voice in your life
I know
I saw him today
He looked friendly so I walked over to say hello
I like him and now he’s my friend

Day2
Today he’s changed,
He’s not the friend I used to like,
I wanted to see my friend again but he feels different,
He’s not my friend
He’s an enemy

I hope you like it. Its suppose to be about a boy who has a new boy in his school but doesn’t know if he is his friend. This is meant to be left for the reader(s) to figure out.

"Charlotte - Broxbourne school" Says:

I have some more ideas for the name of your book:
- A blizzard of questions
- A blur of uncertainty
- There’s more to it then first meets the eye…
- No ordinary crash…
- One crash, no simple answers
- Hidden behind the wall…
- Mist of lies…
- CRASH… the secrets are out

"Emilia - Broxbourne School" Says:

I also would like to give some ideas of names for your new book:

My Mums Murder Mystery
Mum Mistery
My Mums Murderer
The Car Crash That Caused Trouble
Murderer In The Car
Secrets
Never Telling Secrets
Mystery House

"Amelia" Says:

MY pet is called roxy

"Rebecca - Broxbourne School" Says:

i also have some name ideas for your book:
- webbed
- truth bite
- red eyed secret
- lone house
- prison house
- secret prisoners
- wounded
- misted webb
- not a one word answer
- look through the keyhole
- keyhole
- never telling
- but you promised
- trapped
- inside the house

hope your like them
Rebecca x

"Jack" Says:

Hi Sam,

Here’s the poem I wrote:

It’s tough, being a babysitter. One child I looked after was extremely cute. After drinking milk, he burped and giggled with a toothy smile. I gave him a bath, and he splashed me.As I clean the baby, you can feel his soft, silky skin and his tiny fingers and toes. He smells fresh. I tucked him into bed with his favourite blanket. As he started to sleep, I sang him a lullaby. I can already imagine him growing up and having a successful future.
His cousin is a different matter.
He’s ugly and is always cross, no matter how much he’s entertained. As he’s pooing, the wind he produces makes you sick. When it comes to food, he is demanding. His stomach is endless: he’s always hungry, no matter how much I feed him. When I started to place him in the bath, he started to whine and wriggle out of my clutches. When he’s doused in water, he’ll kick me and scream in my ear. All I can hear is a squawking noise. As I lifted him out of the bath, I start to notice that he’s wrinkled and extremely heavy. I change him. As his bottom connects with a nappy, I smell something nasty. The nappy his stained and wet. It can mean only one thing: he’s done wee in his nappy. When I left for the night, I ran as far as I could, despite the fact I was exhausted.
Like I said, babysitting is tough.

"Emily" Says:

Hi Sam! After you visited my school, I was inspired to write a poem that started positively and ended negativity and used senses.
“The harsh but kind wind brushes against my cheeks,
I breath deeply, inhaling the friendly trace of a salty scent,
I feel elated, I laugh out loud,
The dusty rocks become me, the familiar chalk touiching on my bare feet, as it had since I first came here, aged 3 1/2,
Standing on the cliff edge,
I am home.

Shivering, pulling my coat around me,
So cold, the kind wind now so much harsher then before,
My hat was stolen by the gust, I watched it spriral into the sea several feet below me,
Freezing bursts of wind stab me all over, especially in the face,
Standing on the cliff edge,
This is what comes of a holiday in Wales”

"Sam Osman" Says:

Hi Emily,
I had a wonderful day at Broxbourne. This poem is excellent and I will definitely be forwarding it to the ShoutAbout website. Can you send me your full name and age if you want it to be included.
Sam

"Sam Osman" Says:

I love this poem, Charlotte. My favourite line is “caught in its watery bite”. What a wonderful way to describe the feeling of being caught by a powerful wave. Let me have your full name and age if you would like it to go on the ShoutAbout website.

"Sam Osman" Says:

I definitely did enjoy this poem, Rebecca. I really like the line “A forever lapping sea sound”. Let m have your age so I can put it on the ShoutAbout website.

"Sam Osman" Says:

This is very powerful, Amelia. I love the way you have used all your senses to describe the experience. Let me have your age so I can put it on the ShoutAbout website

"Sam Osman" Says:

I think you have captured the emotions really well, Emilia. I particularly enjoyed the description of the dirty nappy as being “dreadful as a dumpsite” Let me have your age so I can put it on the ShoutSouth website.

"Sam Osman" Says:

Well done, Rebecca. My favourite line in your poem is “A forever lapping sea sound”. It’s a brilliant way of describing the constante movement of the waves. let me have your full name and age for the ShoutAbout website.

"Sam Osman" Says:

I really like this poem, Charlie. You didn’t need to explain what it was about - you captured that extremely clearly and powerfully in your work. Well done! Let me have your age and full name for the ShoutAbout website.

"Sam Osman" Says:

All excellent thoughts Charlotte - keep them coming!

"Sam Osman" Says:

Thanks for these Emilia. I think Secrets is particularly good.

"Sam Osman" Says:

Roxy is an excellent name Amelia!

"Sam Osman" Says:

I do like them Rebecca, thank you for sending them in.

"Sam Osman" Says:

A great poem, Jack. It feels as if it was written from experience. I really like the line “His stomach is endless”. It’s an excellent way to describe the baby’s constant demands for food. Let me have your full name and age so I can put it on the Shoutabout website.

"Sam Osman" Says:

Soha (Broxbourne School)
Alone In The World
I could be swinging withe the breaze brushing my face,
I could be part of the delighted screams,
I could be enjoying the warm summer air,
I could be running, flushed with happiness,
I could be savouring the cool ice-cream,
I could be, but I’m not,
I’m standing in a desolate corner, cut off from the rest of the world,
I’m tasting t tears i didn’t know had been shed,
I’m looking forward, my vision blurred,
No longer enviouse, hate starts to fill me,
I’ve slumped into the corner, my stomach in a knot,
I had friends,
had…
I’m alone, no one understands me,
Not even me,
I leave,
Why did i come here,
I don’t fit in,
Never had,
Never will.

Soha, I’m reposting your poem on the Broxbourne page.

I found it very moving indeed. You have done a brilliant job of describing opposing emotions. Let me have your full name and age so I can put it on the Shout South site.

"Sam Osman" Says:

Hi Sofia, I’m posting yours on the Broxbourne site as well. It’s a really good start - I’d love to see the rest.

Sofia (From the Broxbourne school)
My poem from book club: (work in progress :) )

The shouts of the children talking, the screams of the child play fighting, the gossip of the older girls and the arguements from the boys, If your stop and listen this is what you’ll hear.

I haven’t finished it yet but I like it so far. Please tell me what you think :D

"Sam Osman" Says:

Hi Max - interesting idea -
I’d love to see your poem too!

Max
I thought you could call the new book
tramp gone
PHONE:

"Charlotte - Broxbourne school" Says:

Hi Sam!
Thank you for reading my poem. I would love to have it on the shoutabout website - that would be great!
My full mane is Charlotte Quant and I am 13 years old.
Thanks Again for coming into school!

"Hikma" Says:

Hi Sam!

I go to Islamia Girl’s School in Kilburn, London.

I’ll ask my English teacher, and maybe you can organize something…

I'd love to hear from you! - Please leave me a comment