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The Snow

This week the boys have been finding poems about the snow and putting them on top of a picture of snow: it could be done on Publisher, Word or InDesign. Pictures were available of Caldicott in the snow, or they could find them on the web - though obviously we could not publish these because of copyright. Most boys have used our own, and there is one at the bottom of the page.

First, though, F Sasada wrote his own poem at home, laid out properly on Word. Although he has not added a picture, I thought you would enjoy reading it. Incidentally, it is not true - the brothers actually get on very well!

Out In the Snow

Snow, snow, snow
What is it doing up there
In the howling wind and cold,
The snow longs to fall.

The snow gets heavier
Pushing ever harder down
Then at last the belt snaps
The snow is starting to fall.

As I watch it hits the ground
The snow just melts away.
It needs to get heavier
If it’s going to stay.

Heavier it gets
The snow starts to settle.
Will it never stop?
We all hope so.

After hours of long watching
I start to get tired,
I’ll just go to bed
And hope for the best.

I wake up in the morning
All lively and bright,
I look out the window
In search of the snow.

At last some snow
So beautiful and light
It lies on the ground
So happy and joyous.

I feel like playing in it
So fun yet so rare,
Its either a peaceful snowman
Or a vicious snowball fight.

I pick the snowball fight
For I am no wimp,
But who to fight with?
I’ve got just the idea …

I’ll fight with my brother
For he is fifteen,
He’s no match for me
Even though I’m ten.

At last we’re on the snow
Ready for a fight,
We stare at each other,
Wondering who will win.

At last the battle started
Chaos at first,
But as he grew tired
I dunked him in the snow.

“Help! Help!” he cried
“I give up,” he said,
I am victorious,
But not for the first time.

As he wept inside,
I strolled in proudly,
I went and got changed
With a weeping in the background

As I was tired,
I went to bed
Hoping for a blizzard
Just like the night before.

That night I dreamt of snow,
Endless snow, that went on for ever,
You would think you can’t get enough snow,
But oh yes you can.

F Sasada (10.03)

And here is one, with a much shorter poem, produced by A Dega (12.03) using InDesign:

Almost monochrome