Children's Work
On this page we will share examples of the children's work. Your child can produce written responses, they can draw, they can paint...we are looking for imaginative creations to share with the world and will post our favourites here.
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Please note, by sending your work to The Reading School you also grant permission for us to publish it on this page. You do, however, retain full ownership of the work.
‘Among the White Clouds’ - ‘Cold Mountain’ by Han-Shan
Mehak Tahir
Inspired by Unit 4, in ‘Opening Doors to a Richer English Curriculum 6-9’, ‘Among the White Clouds’ - ‘Cold Mountain’ by Han-Shan
As the hinges creaked open, a handful of dust flew in through
the gap, which made me sneeze. A shining light blasted in,
nearly making me blind. The door opened, a group of
finger-pricking cacti could be seen in the distance.
In the foreground, I could see an arid desert. It was as dry as a
pineapple, not cut or washed. Crabs’ and scorpions’ clicking
claws could be heard. I could taste the fresh smell of dates
hanging on palm trees.
I stepped out and the feet-burning sand burnt my feet. Looking
closer, I saw old and enchanted bones laying on the sand. Huge
temples stood with doors to enter.
Mehak Tahir
Greenacres Primary Academy, Oldham
‘Wind’ by Dionne Brand
Archie Nelson
Inspired by unit one ‘Wind’ by Dionne Brand from ‘Opening Doors to a Richer English Curriculum 6-9’
Wind is Awoken
I have awoken from my deep slumber,
On a distant island,
I flattened trees,
And softened soil
And left a bear cub hanging from a branch,
I pushed the water to clean up my dirty work.
I carried aloft on the winds and the breeze,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
I capsized a small boat,
I created strong currents,
To waves settling on the seashore,
I came to a park,
I gently brushed the flowers and trees,
I then pushed a sailboat to help it on its journey.
I accidentally tumbled into a soft cloud.
I became a breeze, bored and tired, and hovered and hung, and
rustled and lay where I could.
Archie Nelson
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I Came in the Night
I came in the night,
Luminous black,
Dashing, darting,
I made the street lamps flicker and jerk as I swept by,
I saw the foxes and owls capture their prey,
I stole the last of the voices; I threw them into the sea,
I grasped the clocks’ midnight chimes and muted the
awakening sound,
And then the sun,
The burning rays,
The blinding light,
I fled to the misty shadows and disappeared.
Faith Gorman
Red Barn Primary, Gosport, Hampshire
‘Hurt No Living Thing’ by Christina Rossetti
Indigo Targett
Inspired by Unit 3, ‘Mini-Beast Magic’ - ‘Hurt No Living Thing’ by Christina Rossetti in ‘Opening Doors to a Richer English Curriculum 6-9’
Beautiful bugs,
Even snails and slugs,
The ladybird’s wings
And the cricket’s springs
When the delicate moths
And the grasshopper hops,
Kind butterflies and beetles
Scuttle by when the worms
Wriggle gently and the earwigs
Eat earscreechingly
The bees buzz beautifully
Beautiful bugs.
Indigo Targett