CLASS FOUR

THIS TERM WE ARE STUDYING THE VICTORIANS.

We are reading "Street Child" by Berlie Doherty. Here are some poems we wrote about Jim's escape from the workhouse.

The escape

by Hamish Brady

Hardly breathing,

slinking like a cat,

Quick as a bat,

Sheered round to check,

Through the snapping snow,

Looking for freedom,

Gliding like a kestrel,

Stop, stand, still,

Swallowed by the inky black alley,

"There I'm free".

The Escape

by Molly Davies

Tip-toeing like larva dripping down a volcano, just about to erupt.

Slinking down the drak alleyway

Overlooking the caramelized inky black well.

Soaring like a robin, listening to carts rumbling by.

As my eyes collapsed on the carpet woman, her laughter filled my ears.

Hardly feeling my breath I skidded past the crumbled old wall.

My heart beating as fast as a cheatah,

I mumbled

"I am free".

The Escape

By Alexandra Kellog

He darted for the gate

Whispering carpet women

did not notice

he crawled across the wall,

his breath panting

he could see the black well

The alley way

He was free at last.

A Class trip.

We visited the Big Pit in Wales and went down a coal mine to learn about life as a Victorian child. At the age of 5 they would have to work in the mines for up to 12 hours a day.

The Pit head

Joe tries out the pithead showers.

We looked at the tin bath in a miner's cottage and wondered how a grown man could get bathed in it.