WHAT'S HAPPENING IN YEAR 5-6
The grade 5/6 class has been working on ways to ‘bump up’ our writing. This week we read a picture book called ‘Owl Moon’ by Jane Yolen. It had lovely examples of similes, metaphors and tri colons. We have tried using these types of descriptive language techniques in our own writing.
Similes
When you say something is like something else.
The night air was as old as ice. (Oscar)
The snake slithered like a big worm back into its hole. (Tristan and Brilee)
The owl flew like a plane through the woods. (Matilda and Ewan)
The tall trees stalked like monsters. (Iestyn and Katie)
The owl landed as gracefully as an eagle. (Harvey and Willow)
It was like the forest was one big shadow. (Lily and Shaun)
The owl’s eyes were like puddles in the sky. (Tallulah and Emily)
The owl was as still as ice. (Maddison and Charlotte)
An owl was flying like a shooting star. (Leif and Zeke)
The brown owl is like a brown dog. (Kyeten, Hayden and Gabe)
Metaphors
When you say something is something else.
The snow is a blanket covering the land. (Ewan and Matilda)
The owl is an eagle soaring through the sky. (Lily and Shaun)
The owl is a log with wings. (Harvey and Willow)
It was a great blanket of white coldness. (Leif and Zeke)
Tri Colon
A series of three words, phrases or sentences that have a similar structure, length or rhythm.
It flew, it ‘whooed’, it stopped. (Kyeten, Hayden and Gabe)
I was silent, I was amazed, I couldn’t speak. (Leif and Zeke)
We saw the owl, then he landed, then he went. (Maddison and Charlotte)
It flapped, it flew, it soared. (Harvey and Willow)
I came, I saw, I knew. (Tristan and Brilee)
It was misty, it was cold, it was dead silent. (Lily and Shaun)
I tiptoed, I whispered, I called. (Katie and Iestyn)
It stared, it stalked, it flew. (Katie and Iestyn)
Over the snow, through the woods, cold as can be. (Ewan and Matilda)
The owl glided, floated and landed softly. (Oscar)
Writing Sample by Iestyn
“RIP, CRASH, ARGH, HELP”
My whole street had been ripped out of the ground. I started running on the stone tile that had been cracked by the mysterious thing. I glanced up. It was what I saw that made me scream like my mother when she sees an ugly, big spider. It was a monstrous cyclops. He held the street in the palm of his hand. His one eye glistened in the moonlight. He had warts the size of boulders all over his body. The cyclops grabbed a few houses in his knobbly hand. And flung them. I jumped off the secluded pieces of ground. And slipped. And fell. And hoped.
To be continued….