"I'm Earth"

By Demi (5F)

The vicious exhaust fuels moan

And groans endlessly like prisoners.

I can hear the roaring and powerful

Engine trying to stay strong, but the

Malicious fuels are beating it!

 

Streaks of extraordinary flames

Follow sneakily across the cloudless, innocent sky.

The weak sky is shrieking

Continually like a broken record.

The fuels are cackling wickedly.

The fuels are the enemy to

The environment.

The healthy bicycle feels

Like it’s the best and the most precious.

It feels like it’s the environment’s

Best friend and nothing terrible

Is going to happen to it.

I can smell the putrid, insidious and toxic

Fuels slithering up my nauseous nose.

I smell a horrendous odour creeping up my

weak nose.

 

I can hear the plastic cackling carelessly.

Downcast trees look down in despair

Like they’re useless.

 

I can hear them whispering

Mean things to themselves

They are full of woe.

I can see the thoughtless

People chucking and

Throwing grim, gruesome garbage.

I can see the colossal ocean

Choking and suffocating

Because of all this rubbish!

I can see the doleful, melancholic and glum trees.

 

I can hear the rumbling roar trying

To escape from the oceans mouldy mouth.

I can hear the dirt shrieking repeatedly.

 

I can hear the ocean squalling again and again.

Simultaneously, the pedestrians

Keep on littering on the filthy floor.

Will they ever learn?

Another environment poem

By Alfie (5R)

Space watches in horror, as heaps of mounted litter

Holds the neglected blue planet hostage,

Overwhelming the ants below

As they peacefully get on with their careless lives.

Innocent natural wood is cleared away

By columns of steel blankets and

Vibrant leaves burn to crisp.


Metallic malevolent monstrosities

Snarl as they ride the crusting surface of the great blue ball

Rising a wicked choking blanket of poison

Battling any air in its path

The agonized sea vomits wretched bitumen

As mounds of filthy flowers bloom on the dirty riverbank

Putrid litter gets scattered across the river by careless giants

Colonies of thoughtlessness are seen on the horizon

The vibrant crystalline Caribbean shores

Will vanish if we do no more

So let`s hope the planet does not fry up and boil

Like a frog swimming in a hot tub of death.

Environment poems

As part of our topic 'It's Not Easy Being Green', Year 5 have been writing descriptive poems about the environment and the effect of our actions upon it.

 

Here is Harry's (5R) poem. What do you think?

Unearthly mountains of distress

Are piling up high

Above our neglected Mother Earth,

Holding her hostage

And slowly suffocating her to death.

Astounded rainforests burst up in smoke

As we stand and gleefully stare

At the lovely landscape, burnt with rage

And charred with destruction.

Cars’ exhausts clamour

As CO2 is released from their metallic mouths

And drivers angrily hit their steering wheels

While waiting in a prolonged traffic jam.

The sea is antagonized,

Congested with our carelessness,

Thronged with our debris,

Feeling overwhelmed.

Sorrowfully contemplating her future,

Mother Earth is weeping.

Will she be filled with crystalline oceans and green land

Or dirt-encrusted seas and noxious landfills for cities?

 

Victory!

The Grove Academy's new football team has got off to a glorious start, winning our league!

After a series of hard-fought battles against some very strong teams, the Year 5 and 6 boys came out on top. As a result, they progressed to a 'Champions' League' type tournament against other league winners, held at none other than Arsenal's training ground. Mr Field's report of the day is below, along with a selection of photos. Congratulations to all the boys who have taken part this year, and many thanks to Mr Field and Miss Essex for their expert coaching, and to all parents and staff who have supported the team.

The day was comprised of the 6 winners of the regional leagues in Hertfordshire, who were invited to play a tournament at Arsenal's Training Ground in London Colney. The 6 teams were split into 2 groups of 3 and played each other in a round robin on the indoor astro-turf pitches. The standard was very high (as expected) and we played valiantly. We lost our first game 4-2 against Bushey Manor and lost our second 3-1 against St Nicholas. This unfortunately meant we didn't get through to the semi-finals/final.

We played St Anthony's in a 5th/6th place play-off and drew this game 1-1.  This meant despite not winning a game, we can still boast that we are the (joint) 5th best team In Hertfordshire!

 

Bryn was on target as usual and scored all of our goals. The boys will all receive a medal for winning our regional league in Friday's assembly.

 

We also managed a bit of celeb spotting and caught glimpses of Arsenal and England players - Jack Wilshere and Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain!

 

 

 

 

Another 100 word challenge

Our 100 word challenge prompt this week was "...the custard tasted like..." Here is Harry and Gershon's writing (5R). We hope you enjoy their vivid description!

Everyone was unanimous. The custard tasted like roasted snails. It looked like rotting carrots, black and deep orange. The bowl containing it was sizeable and the gooey mixture settling in it was bubbling like boiled potatoes. As it slowly landed on my tongue, it felt scorching. I saw sheep's eyes and lambs' livers floating in it...