Primary 6

Mrs Spence's class are enjoying their BEAM drama session.

Jack collects Fair Trade Produce for his class display.

Kendra and Eufrazia are identifying and examining 3D shapes.

You can never forget the sight of a horrifying, steaming, smoking volcano.

It feels hotter than all the hottest suns, it stings your eyes

It tastes much worse than my dad’s cooking.

It smells like freshly sprayed slurry mixed with festering eggs.

It sounds like a herd of stampeding buffalos colliding with a steam train.

By Kendra

Volcanoes feel insanely hot- like a million bonfires

They taste like rotten eggs and out of date milk on a big greasy plate.

It looks like the burnt bodies of tortured humans after war.

It sounds like an explosive going off in the quiet darkness of the night.

It smells like dirty nappies that have been left in a pool of vomit.

By Jack

Volcanoes are as black as an evil, vicious, haunted spirit’s rotting heart,

It looks like an immense, foul cave from the ferocious land of Hell,

They sound like a blustery, ghostly explosion from the earth’s core,

Volcanoes feel like a rigid, potholed, cone-shaped beast,

It tastes like a poisonous, decayed, apple core that has been in a putrified cellar for centuries,

They smell like gallons of sulphuric gas in the depths of a dead person’s rotted body.

By Suzanne

A volcano is as red as fossilised blood in the fiery depths of hell.

Volcanoes sound like the groaning and wailing of one thousand tormented prisoners.

Volcanoes taste like putrid vomit marinated in Napoleon’s decaying guts.

It feels like the devils fiery, dark, cold heart.

Volcanoes look like the Grim Reaper’s ghostly, evil, vengeful face.

Volcanoes smell worse than fried rotten eggs sprinkled with sulphur on a barbeque.

By Kevin

I like my granda because he always tells me stories about him and my nanny when they were younger. He always does fun things with us. For example, bowls, board games, gardening, golf and cards.

Last summer he showed us how to make hanging baskets because he is a great landscape gardener.

He always tells fibs to get me into trouble. It is always funny because I always catch him out. He loves to laugh but when he tells fibs he tries his best not to laugh.

He always saves sweets for me and lets us have sleepovers at his house. When he does he always makes the dogs jump on us to waken us up. When someone sits on his seat he sits on top of them and pretends not to see us. I have been squashed a lot of times!

My granda is a great sportsman, he was a Northern Ireland darts champion, he played for a Tyrone football team and he always wins prizes at golf. He is brilliant at bowls, judo, swimming and he has part of the river Erne in Donegal named after him. It’s called Scullion’s Run. The reason it’s named after him is because he catches the most salmon in any season. He gave me a special tea set from his wedding.

I am proud of my granda and I love him lots and I give him a hug every time I leave his house.

By Patrice

My grandmother was called Kathleen. She lived in the house beside me. She came to my home most evenings for her tea. She encouraged me to eat my vegetables so I would grow big and strong. In the autumn the leaves always blew over the path so she would pay me £1 for brushing them up. Some evenings she would teach me how to measure ingredients for apple tarts. This helped me with my maths in school. She was a very strong lady. Warm, kind and full of fun is how I remember her.

She died on 6th May 2008, the same month as my birthday. After she died my mother found a birthday card in her handbag for me. I will treasure it for my whole life.

By Abigail

My Grandmother’s name is Mary. I like my Granny because every Tuesday I go to her house and she is always there to meet me. Then we would walk to my house or her house. Every year she takes all six grandchildren to Bundoran for a week. My granny does lots of things for me but there is one thing I love most and that’s when she shows me pictures of my mummy when she was my age. Six years ago my granny took a stroke which left her unable to walk and with no power down her whole right side. Although she made a great recovery but still walks with a limp and finds it hard to use her right hand. Before my granny was married she was called Mary O’Donnell and after she was married was called Mary O’Donnell.

By Seán