French Verse Competition

On Thursday, I entered a French verse competition at St Mary's School in Gerrards Cross. There were a lot of prep schools who attended the event.

I was representing my school for Year 4. I thought my performance went ok but I was very surprised when I got second prize.

This is what my school newsletter had to say about me.

French Verse Speaking Competition

“Sam in Year 3 was our first candidate to compete in the Festival and we admired how brave he was. Then Giles gave a wonderful performance which rightly deserved 2nd prize. Emily and Jessie also gave brilliant performances, with a very challenging rendition of a Year 6 Poem by Jessie, all about punctuation. I am so proud of all the children and would like also to praise our reserve children for cheering on the finalists and looking after them. What a spirit! My thanks to Mrs Bedford, Mr & Mrs Turner and Mrs Sumroy, for helping with transport this year - VIVE LA POESIE!” Mme Grogan.

On Thursday 27th, a selected few from years 3, 4, 5 and 6 went to St Mary’s to compete in a French Verse Speaking contest. They learnt French poems off by heart and read them out to an audience. Giles from Year 4 was awarded 2nd prize. Everyone put a lot of time and effort into the learning of their poems and in practicing reading them aloud. Congratulations to everyone who participated in this competition.” Annabel

Here are all the children from my school who competed for other years.

I am really happy about my success. Do you think I did well?

My New Poem

I was asked by my school to write a poem with the title My Magic Box. This is what I came up with. I got top marks for my work from school. Do you like it?

The Magic Box

I will put in the box

A quiet purring sound of an old Rolls Royce

A loud thundering sound of a big Lamborghini

A big rumbling sound of a McLaren P1

I will put in the box

A happy gurgle of a little baby

A big throaty laugh of a dear loved one

A quiet smile of a favourite teacher

I will put in the box

A big rumbling roar of a thunderstorm

A quiet gentle pitter-patter of the rain on the roof

A whooshing sound of the wind by the side

I will put in the box

The sweet smell of red roses growing in the garden

The gentle perfume of the lilies in the pond

The deep beautiful smelling herbs in the patch

I will put in the box

A sight of the glorious Taj Mahal on a moonlit night

A vision of a great waterfall coming down a cliff

A gentle stream with fish swimming in

I will take my box and store it away

Till I grow up and remember it all again

To open and enjoy all the great little things

That made me happy and gave my mind wings