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Below are some of the abstract noun poem
written by our P6 pupils. ENJOY!
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Hate
Hate is
as black as an evil heart,
And
smells as disgusting as a maggoty jam tart,
Hate
tastes like foul meat made with a filthy hand,
It sounds
like an ear-splitting scream no-one can stand,
Hate
feels like being dropped into a spiky well,
And lives
in the very core of the land called Hell.
Dylan Lyons |
War
War is
like the blood red Satan in the sun.
It smells
like a dusty and smelly grit pile.
War tastes
like a horrific and deadly spider with stinging venom.
It sounds
like a bloodthirsty wolf howling at the full moon.
War feels
like a jagged, horrifying, deadly, anaconda snake.
It lives
in a dismal, cheerless, fearless place in the middle of nowhere.
Rhiannon Loughran |
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Faith
Faith is a gleaming gold colour
It
smells like fresh chocolate cake
It
tastes like magic out of a hat of tricks
Faith sounds like two birds chirping away
It
is as soft as a peach when it is really ripe
Faith should live within friends without a doubt
Tara Donaghy |
Love
Love is pink like a carnation
It smells like a bunch of red roses
Love tastes like a Twirl chocolate bar
It sounds like the laughter of a father and daughter
Love feels like hugs at bedtime
It lives in my house everyday
Niamh Thornton |
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Death
Death is black like coal
It smells like dead flowers
Death tastes like rotten fish
It sounds like screeching on the walls
Death feels like falling off a cliff
It lives in the dark ground.
Daryl Comac |
Happiness
Happiness is an explosion of colours
It smells like fresh tulips on a summer day
Happiness tastes sweet, not sour
It sounds like the laughter of children
It feels soft like a pillow
Happiness lives in the heart of friendship.
Anna Kelly |
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Happiness
Happiness is as
pink as a newborn, spring pig.
It smells like a
big, roasted, brown chicken.
It tastes like a
fresh, white chocolate with nuts.
Happiness sounds
like baking, fresh popcorn.
Happiness feels
like a new cushion, made by hand.
It lives in a big,
wooden house in front of a sunny, sunbaked and sandy beach.
Weronika
Nowak |
Love
Love is as colourful
as a rainbow on a wonderful sunny day.
It smells like
freshly cut grass with happiness from your dad.
Love tastes like
fantastic, melted chocolate coated with marshmallows and strawberries.
It sounds like
beautiful birds humming on a new planted tree.
Love feels as
soft as marshmallows melting over a fire.
It lives in
hearts of people who never feel unhappy.
Jamie Mohan
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Mrs Foy's Class love to write myths.
Check out two brilliant examples below!
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Adrienne's Box
Once,
a long, long time ago the gods ruled over an empty world. One day Zeus
(the chief god) sent down two brothers. There was a smart one called
Prometheus, and a not so smart one called Epimetheus. While Epimetheus
made animals like cows, horses and bulls on all fours looking at the
ground, Prometheus made Man, who stood on two and looked at the sky.
When it was time to give ‘Man’ a gift, there was nothing left, so in the
end Prometheus decided to give the gift of flying. Zeus was not a bit
pleased; he thought flying was for gods only. He was so cross that he
actually tied Prometheus to a tree for ever more.
So
Zeus made ‘Woman’, with the help of the other gods. He named her
Adrienne and sent her down to Epimetheus. “Epimetheus,” he said “I have
rewarded you for all your hard work with this lovely woman go on off and
marry her. Go out to the mountain Dandyflower and you will find a nice
wooden chest, keep it, it is a present from me for your new home.” So
Epimetheus got married to Adrienne and went to the mountain Dandy flower
and took home his chest.
He
tried to keep it out of his mind, so he put a large blanket over it.
Often Adrienne would ask “I wonder what’s inside that box?” or “Why do
we have a present that we can’t even open!”
Epimetheus would always reply “Never mind what’s inside that box, just
don’t touch it. Alright?” Adrienne agreed. One day when her husband was
out Adrienne was in the little room where the box was. “Please let us
out Adrienne!” said a tiny voice. No it couldn’t be the box, thought
Adrienne. “Please just have a little peak inside the box, you don’t
have to open it!” the little voice said again. Maybe I will just
have a little peek, Adrienne thought. She slowly turned the key three
times. ‘Click’, Click, Click, Bang!' The lid flew open and all
the most disgusting things flew out.
“I’m
Hate” shouted one. “I’m
Illness and that one is Old Age” said another.
“I’m
Cruelty and he’s War” screamed one. “And
I’m Death!” screeched the last one. One
more was about to get out but then Adrienne shut the lid.
“Adrienne,
You have to let me out!” said the little voice. “Oh no, you don’t
fool me twice!” said Adrienne. “But
I am hope!” said the little voice.
Adrienne opened the lid and a little animal, as small and as beautiful
as a butterfly jumped out. After that everything went back to normal.
Klara Daly |
The story of Maud and the Athlox Rock
Long, long ago in Geevagh in the country of Ireland
there was a young girl called Maud living with her parents Odran and her
mother Triona. They lived in the middle of nowhere.
Their home was
surrounded by acres of forest and when you got out of the forest it was
like a wild grassland meadow covering over seven acres of fields.
Through the forest was a river that was called river Foyogues.
Maud was a tomboy and loved climbing trees, fishing
and catching insects. One day when Maud was seven her father took Maud
to this very special rock called Athlox and Odran told Maud that anyone
that touches it will bring sin into the world.
That night when all was quiet and peaceful, Maud
sneaked out of the house and ran deep into the forest. Maud came to
Athlox rock and her eyes were stuck to it like glue. She stopped for a
second and thought that maybe her father was maybe telling fibs, so she
walked over to the stone and touched it and she saw the stone glow in
the dark like a massive glowworm.
Suddenly she saw a head and the
head said, “ You have brought sin to the world”. Maud was shocked she
ran back to bed as if nothing happened.
The next day was an ordinary day for the family, but Maud
knew that bad things were going to happen. She should have listened to
her father like an obedient child.
Maud hoped and prayed that she did
not bring anymore sin to the world.
Odran Mallon
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Look what the Primary 6's
found out about how Christmas is celebrated in other countries!
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Christmas in Egypt
In Egypt Christmas is celebrated on the 7th
January in Coptic Church as it is a part of the Orthodox religion.
Advent lasts 40 days, and during Advent people are not
allowed to eat meat.
On Christmas Eve night everyone goes to mass wearing a
completely new outfit. The mass ends at midnight. Then everyone goes
home and has a meal know as Fata, which is a mixture of bread, garlic,
rice and boiled meat.
On Christmas morning people in Egypt eat Kaik which is a
type of shortbread, when they visit friends homes. Merry Christmas!
By Jack Toner |
Christmas in Spain
 Christmas
is a deeply religious holiday in Spain. The country's patron saint is
the Virgin Mary and the Christmas season officially begins December 8,
the feast of the Immaculate Conception.
In Spain, they have Christmas traditions that we may
consider very strange. On Christmas Eve, as the stars come out, tiny oil
lamps are lit in every house, and after Midnight Mass and Christmas
Dinner, streets fill with dancers and onlookers. They have a festive
dance called the Jota with music being played by guitars and castanets.
Christmas Eve is known as Nochebuena or "the Good Night."
It is a time for family members to gather together to rejoice and feast
around the Nativity scenes that are present in nearly every home. A
traditional Christmas treat is turron, a kind of almond candy.
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their homes the Spanish have mangers similar to those found in churches
and cathedrals.
The young boys of a town of village celebrate the Feast
of the Holy Innocents on December 28th. They light bonfires on this day
and one of the boys dress up as Mayor and orders them to do jobs.
Children in Spain think of the Wise men as gift bearers.
Tradition says that the wise men gave their gifts to Jesus on January 6th.
In Spain, this is called, ‘The King’s Day’. Shoes are placed on
balconies on the night of the 6th January in the hope that the Wise Men
will fill them with gifts.
The Spanish Christmas is called Navidad.
By Rhiannon
Loughran |
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Christmas in Hong
Kong
In Hong Kong Christians of most denominations celebrate
Christmas with hundreds of church services in Chinese and English (for
Europeans).
The people from Hong Kong send Christmas cards. A great
many of these cards are extremely well decorated to show that the person
who sent the card might be gifted artistically. These cards have the
Holy Family in a Chinese setting. Nativity scenes decorate public places
and ideographs show the Chinese alphabet on streamers and paper chains.
Santa Claus in known as Lan Khoong or Dan Che
Lao Ren when he has his reindeer.
By
Dylan Lyons |
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