As you probably know, we have winter shows for families and friends every December. Sometimes pupils sing, sometimes dance, sometimes, do a skit and sometimes recite poetry. This is a rare thing, however . our Year 2 wrote their very own rhymes for the show. Last year they did phonics, this year they learned how to rhyme and do poetry. This is what they came up with, on their own, in pairs and with a little bit of help from their teachers Ms Hollo and Ms Ashley. Some rhyme, s

Here's some poetry for these cold days... Feelings of the day so unbearably cold, This story is starting to get old. The moment you open up the door; The painful frost hits instantly once more.   Taken far from my safety, filled with trepidation. It’s not just me, seems that the freezing dread has taken over the entire nation. For not a single soul bears a true, warm smile. Thinking it’ll get better, living in denial.   Treading the ice-covered ground, an endless walk in sear

Spring is not just the show Of our world of wonder, But a light in the dark That makes you ponder. Why do the trees, Why does the breeze, From March until May, Sway in their way? Our wondrous world, With its twists and its turns, Will gently decay, Softly fly away. Summer will come With mosquitoes and bugs, And the sweet smell of fruit Will fil our lungs. And when summer comes With mosquitoes and bees No homework, Hurray! Just stay like this, please! by Tilda Csikos

In the midst of all our academic competitions, sports challenges and simply growing up, we must take a moment to celebrate this wonderful...