Last Post

seahorsec4 — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 19:43:21 +0000

With the school year rapidly approaching an end, this will probably be the last entry on the blog.

What a year it has been! I have enjoyed teaching all of you and wish you all the best as you move up to Year Six and into Secondary Education.

Top SATs Scores

seahorsec4 — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 19:40:50 +0000

Congratulations to all the children of Seahorse Class who are in Year Six. Your SATs results were incredible – even better than I had hoped for.

Well done! I feel so proud of all of you. You managed to stay quite relaxed about the whole thing, yet put in a magnificent effort during that intense week.

Brilliant! I am so chuffed!

Kind regards, and best wishes for the future,

The Robot.

Fading

seahorsec4 — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 11:47:35 +0000

I am surrounded and yet alone

My loved one is fading

so, oh please my Lord

save him.

I need him to be happy.

Every day I pray

Take him gently.

Help get me through.

If I could save a single soul

Let it be his.

He’s gone

He is never coming

We had a love that can not be broken.

Help me through.

Show me this love will echo through the ages.

The wind will always whisper his name

And the river carry his words

Because he fades like an echo

Eerie and solemn.

He departs from me softly and sweetly.

My love has left the world

And so must I.

By NinjaBean.

The Empty Street

seahorsec4 — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 11:35:12 +0000

Envy in her heart

Memories in her mind

Piercing her

The sadness

Yelps in the street

Sitting there,

The wetness of rain

Rages her heart.

Empties her

Electricity builds up in her brain

Till she’s gone.

By Lemon

Well done!

seahorsec4 — Fri, 16 May 2008 17:34:12 +0000

I would like to say a big WELL DONE to all the children in year six who put such a lot of effort into their SAT’s this week. I feel very proud of you all.

The Robot

The Piano

seahorsec4 — Fri, 09 May 2008 13:11:04 +0000

The old was sitting in a dark room, playing the piano on his own, thinking, in loneliness, of his wife playing their own tune; locking hands, as if he wasn’t alone.
She kissed him on the cheek as if to say he weren’t alone but his heart was lonely again.

By BabyBond

The Piano Man

seahorsec4 — Fri, 09 May 2008 13:08:23 +0000

He was alone, swallowed by the cold, sad drakness.
Surrounded by the melody of sorrow, he sat thinking about what was, what is and what could have been.
The ghostly shadow of the woman he loved took his hand, comfoting him, reassuring him.
She kissed his cheek and faded.
“Goodbye, my love”.
And with a single, gleaming tear drop, the music stopped.

By NinjaBean

Tidy Our Town

seahorsec4 — Fri, 09 May 2008 13:05:29 +0000

Dear Mr Jones,

I am writing to inform you about town abuse around Norton Radstock .We live in a town full of litter and need rubbish o immediately before flowers and creatures die by eating or drinking our litter.

Children are safer if there is no litter around the schools and town.Kids could trip over litter and get hurt by litter.

Our town would be more popular if there was no litter, and more people won’t get hurt in every-day life.Our town is getting polluted every day by people dropping litter into rivers and woodland around are area.

To conclude,we really need rubbish collecters to make our streets and town a better place.If Norton Radstock was litter free we could save hundreds of plants and animals.

Yours sincerely,

Mr Lemon

Golden Key

seahorsec4 — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 14:07:55 +0000

The golden key

Locks up Winter

and frees

Spring

By Lemon.

Under the Wooden Rope Bridge

seahorsec4 — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 13:45:26 +0000

The birds sing a sweet melody,

as I sit by the stream,

wondering what they sing.

The trees do a salsa

whilst birds sing a rhythm,

as the stream flows gently,

under the wooden rope bridge.

By BabyBond