Sally Bavage writes:
Tall Oaks from Little Acorns Grow?
True Grit on the
path into the well-prepared school as temperatures mid-afternoon were
plummeting. True grit, too, in the
assembly hall as year 3 gear themselves up for performing their own creative
writing in front of peers, parents and half a dozen school staff.
This term's
theme, Plants and Trees, gave starring
roles to a wide variety of trees – silver birch, oak, weeping willow, beech,
fruit trees, even palms. And starring
roles, too, to some of the 7-year-olds who are clearly destined for careers as
headteachers, MPs or actors.
Declaiming
a line, a favourite bit or the whole poem, they stepped up one after another
with the aplomb of those born into limelight.
The creative writing seeds planted and nurtured by head gardener James
Nash, our local poet and writer, working with year 3 and their teacher Ian
Martin, once again bore fruit. OK,
enough of the natural history.
In winter I'm
lonely because there are no apples on my branches.
I miss my
leaves, I'm lonely. Leaves keep you
warm.
On a sunny day
people shelter in my shade and eat sandwiches.
I can see the
baby birds trying to fly.
I can smell the
lavender.
On a stormy day
I can feel my acorns fall.
As class teacher
Mr Martin summed up, “James has brought us such joy in the classroom. One
youngster said 'This is fun!' at the first workshop. But a lot of hard work and
insight into the process of writing and the hard work of a writer. Working with James again has been inspiring,
helping us all to understand the creative writing process; we have some
absolute gems here.” And the cry of
'Poetry', rather than 'Cheese', resounded round the hall as he took the 'team
photo.'
The youngsters
themselves commented, amongst many other pieces of feedback:
Best thing about
the project: pride in writing
Why it is good
to share your work with others: parents will be proud of me; you get to know
when you've done a good job
What you will
remember: poetry writing is great!
Remember, these
young people are only seven or eight years old!
Where will this knowledge of their own writing and performance skills
take them?
The parents also
had some highly supportive comments to give us:
Great. My 8-year-old enjoyed te work and improved is
confidence. He's also been singing his own song verses following more creative
work in school.
What a good
event! It's great to bring arts
specialists into school – we need more of it!
Good
performance. Very confident loud voices.
This is an
amazing way of engaging pupils in writing poetry. All abilities are included in the activity
and pupils all enjoy writing their poems and sharing them.
Lovely and
amazing to hear the poems and the proces of working with James Nash has been
inspiring for my son.
EMOTIONAL! Brilliant work for ALL the children. What a wonderful opportunity to work with
James Nash. Thank you!
Wonderful
opportunity for the children to work with James Nash. They seem to have really enjoyed it.
Enjoyed
hearing all the things the children liked and learnt about the trees and the
understanding of writing about them.
The children
did really well. It was lovely to hear
all their poems.
Great!
Great to see
the kids performing their own work. They
seemed to have enjoyed themselves.
Fantastic.
Amazing
poetry – really well read by everyone!
Obviously a great inspiration to all the kids.
Very good.
Fantastic
poems and performances from year 3.
Lovely to see how hard they've worked on poetry
The children
were really good at reading their poems.
Year 3 were
really confident and brilliant.
Wonderful
event. Very well organised!
Fantastic! Great to see all the children so inspired.
It was a
pleasure to hear each child contribute what they wrote. James Nash was very popular with my
grandsons. What a delightful way for
them to learn about poetry.
Lovely event,
a joy to watch and hear all their poems.
Really good
to see children enjoying poetry and engaged in their writing.
Inspiring! So great for the children to be introduced to
poetry at a young age.
More lines from the children’s poems
In winter I
dream of keeping my leaves
and being the
shape of a Christmas tree.
I see an owl on
a stormy day
On a sunny day
I want people to climb into me
I miss my leaves
I dream of soaring
through the sky like the birds
In spring I
look camouflaged
my green leaves
hide me.
People don’t
dare climb me
they fear
falling in the fast flowing river.
It’s cold, I
can’t breathe, ice on my branches.
I
need a friend to play with.
Headingley LitFest is very grateful, once again, to have the support of the Inner North West area management committee for supporting poetry workshops like this.
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