Welcome to Y6 - Mr Cowie!
Welcome to Class 12. In Year 6 we are already hard at work preparing for SATS.
This year they take place beginning Monday 14th May 2018..
Pupils will be getting weekly spelling, maths and online homework throughout the year. We strongly encourage pupils to read at home and for this to be recorded in Reading Records.
We will be beginning our SATS booster club shortly.
Our Year Six Christmas poem.
Our poem for Christmas this year is a moving rememberance of some of the key events of World War One by Poet Laureat Carol Ann Duffy.
UK Poet Laureat Carol Ann Duffy wrote this poem in remembrance of the soldiers in the German and British trenches in World War 1, who declared a momentary unilateral truce in the slaughter at Christmas 1914, in recognition of what united them as human beings, rather than the war that divided them as killing machines.
Christmas Eve in the trenches of France, the guns were quiet.
The dead lay still in No Man's Land –
Freddie, Franz, Friedrich, Frank . . .
The moon, like a medal, hung in the clear, cold sky.
Silver frost on barbed wire, strange tinsel, sparkled and winked.
A boy from Stroud stared at a star
to meet his mother's eyesight there.
An owl swooped on a rat on the glove of a corpse.
In a copse of trees behind the lines, a lone bird sang.
A soldier-poet noted it down – a robin holding his winter ground –
then silence spread and touched each man like a hand.
Somebody kissed the gold of his ring;
a few lit pipes;
most, in their greatcoats, huddled,
waiting for sleep.
The liquid mud had hardened at last in the freeze.
But it was Christmas Eve; believe; belief thrilled the night air,
where glittering rime on unburied sons
treasured their stiff hair.
The sharp, clean, midwinter smell held memory.
On watch, a rifleman scoured the terrain –
no sign of life,
no shadows, shots from snipers, nowt to note or report.
The frozen, foreign fields were acres of pain.
Then flickering flames from the other side danced in his eyes,
as Christmas Trees in their dozens shone, candlelit on the parapets,
and they started to sing, all down the German lines.
Men who would drown in mud, be gassed, or shot, or vaporised
by falling shells, or live to tell, heard for the first time then –
Stille Nacht. Heilige Nacht. Alles schläft, einsam wacht …
Cariad, the song was a sudden bridge from man to man;
a gift to the heart from home,
or childhood, some place shared …
When it was done, the British soldiers cheered.
A Scotsman started to bawl The First Noel
and all joined in,
till the Germans stood, seeing
across the divide,
the sprawled, mute shapes of those who had died.
All night, along the Western Front, they sang, the enemies –
carols, hymns, folk songs, anthems, in German, English, French;
each battalion choired in its grim trench.
So Christmas dawned, wrapped in mist, to open itself
and offer the day like a gift
for Harry, Hugo, Hermann, Henry, Heinz …
with whistles, waves, cheers, shouts, laughs.
Frohe Weinachten, Tommy! Merry Christmas, Fritz!
A young Berliner, brandishing schnapps,
was the first from his ditch to climb.
A Shropshire lad ran at him like a rhyme.
Then it was up and over, every man, to shake the hand
of a foe as a friend,
or slap his back like a brother would;
exchanging gifts of biscuits, tea, Maconochie's stew,
Tickler's jam … for cognac, sausages, cigars,
or chase six hares, who jumped
from a cabbage-patch, or find a ball
and make of a battleground a football pitch.
I showed him a picture of my wife. Ich zeigte ihm
ein Foto meiner Frau.
Sie sei schön, sagte er.
He thought her beautiful, he said.
They buried the dead then, hacked spades into hard earth
again and again, till a score of men
were at rest, identified, blessed.
Der Herr ist mein Hirt … my shepherd, I shall not want.
And all that marvellous, festive day and night, they came and went,
the officers, the rank and file, their fallen comrades side by side
beneath the makeshift crosses of midwinter graves …
… beneath the shivering, shy stars
and the pinned moon
and the yawn of History;
the high, bright bullets
which each man later only aimed at the sky.
Our very own Callum has created a fantastic Esafety advice booklet.
I was so impressed with it that I had to put it on our class page and on our esafety page too!
Year 6 SATS booster
Our Year 6 SATS booster has now started.
If you would like your child to take part and haven't received a letter please let us know.
Congratulations to Ronnie Moore for writing such a fantastic poem that it has been chosen to be used as the poem which the whole of Year 6 will be reciting in our carol concert.
For your enjoyment, here is the full poem.
My Christmas Poem
Placing my green pine tree,
As carollers sings in streets,
For the winter night has finally come,
That’s how children know Christmas has begun,
Neighbours making their holly wreath,
As I put on my jumper for the New Years feast,
Excellent things wrapped up so neat,
Seeing as all we love is gifts and treats,
Old St Nicholas do you know him?
I hope he reads my Christmas poem!
Dancer, Dasher, Prancer, Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
Dashing towards their magical sleigh,
Full of excitement for the great big day,
Waiting eagerly for their names to be heard,
To deliver presents around the world,
Santa is ready with his sleigh full of toys,
Gifts made with happiness for every girl and boy,
“Oh I love this time of year”,
Full of joy and festive cheer,
So remember to be good and kind too,
And I promise you will make the nice list too!
By Ronnie Moore
We are excited to launch our online SATS prep page to help year 6 pupils get ready for taking their SATS in May.
The page covers every part of the maths SATS papers and has lots of great resources along with help videos for when pupils get stuck or need a hint!
The page will work on phones, tablets, Ipads, Iphones, computers and laptops.
If you have any problems or would like help or guidance on how to use the SATS prep page please see Mr Cowie.