Wednesday 22 July 2015

Church poems

Hi again it's Izzy and Izzy and we have more poems to share with you and these were written as we sat inside St Mary's Church, Steep.  We also decided to put on some kneeler designs by children in our class which were inspired by the beautiful kneelers at St Mary's.

Amen
The church bells ring,
and the choir sings,
The organ starts to play,
The angels watch over us,
I kneel down on the soft kneeler to pray.

Voices in the grave
The holy spirit rises,
Footsteps of the past show their way through heaven's gate.

All Saints Church
All Saints Church is built with bricks and stones,
Each kneeler sewn delicately with signs of nature,
The stained glass windows have symbols of the past,
The vicar's voice echoes through the church,
The candles flicker and die away slowly


This is a penguin kneeler by Bradley Lowery

This is a cricket kneeler by Darryn Stares

This is a dolphin kneeler by Lottie Parks









Monday 13 July 2015

Izzy Inspires Izzy

Hi this is Izzy & Izzy's Wicor poetry blog.
This is a first for our school.  Standing in the Physic Garden, we had a moment of inspiration where we realised we could write about anything and everything, the world is our oyster. There are no limits in poetry and so we started this blog. Our poetry has really been inspired by our class trips in 5C, especially our visits to Petersfield Physic Garden and All Saints Church at Steep and earlier this year a pilgrimage to St Nicholas, South Boarhunt.
Me and Izzy were given the challenge of capturing the day in Petersfield in poetry and that's when it all happened - the inspiration and all that.



The Garden
You walk in,
And a burst of colours jump out,
The sweet smells fill the garden with joy,

The sun shines on the sundial,
The different shades of green pop out,
The garden glows brightly as you wander round,


You look up at the wall,
And see the birds singing sweetly,
You watch the garden in wonder,
                             And then you walk back through the arch that led you in.

                                       By Izzy and Izzy









The Secret Garden Gate
Everyday I stare through,
Wondering what it holds behind,
Is there another garden?
A park?
A pond?
One day I spot a key,
I open the gate and step through.

By Izzy Kaye







The Secret Garden Gate
The shadow of the secret garden gate,
Makes children wonder what it holds behind it,
A pond?
A forest?

One night, I dreamt that I found the key,
It unlocked a mysterious world full of magical creatures,
Fairies, Unicorns.

Then my dream slipped away and I woke up.

By Izzy Gage