Year 3 writers
Year 3 writer: George D (1995)
It is a house but it's also my home. Cosy and warm inside during the snowy winter when the wind whips across our garden.
In summer my garden is full of flowers, butterflies and birds. the birds sing songs which you don't hear on the radio.
Year 3 writer: Sarah H
My own family
Grandpa has died
And I think that was 1993
I will never see him again
I just think that he has been hiding
Year 3 writer: David E (1995)
Boudicca's final battle
Misty smoke drifting from the Iceni camp
Frost crunches under your feet.
See the first signs of daylight,
Smell morning in the air.
The wind rustles through the trees,
Behind you is a dark mysterious forest.
In front a glistening stream rushing down the hillside.
A deer rushes past.
Then we see the enemy.
We hear their blood curdling war cries.
They have skulls round their necks.
Their hair sticks up in spikes.
They look like busy ants.
They are wrapped with animal skins.
Boudicca is leading them.
She has hair the colour of blood.
Eyes like sapphires.
A cloak of ocean-blue around her shoulders.
We aren't afraid, we stand firm,
Waiting for the battle to begin.
"Stand your ground"
Screams and yells from the Britons.
The dust rises as they come.
Then the trumpet sounds.
The sky goes black.
Thousands of javelins come flying down.
We move forward.
The sound of pounding hooves fills the battle field.
The Iceni flee in fear,
But carts stand in their way and panic spreads,
They kill the oxen in despair.
We follow and kill all we can, till,
Eighty thousand lay dead.