To end their topic about the Titanic, Class 4 used Google Docs to work collaboratively on a poem to tell the story of the great ship. Here is their finished work. Well done.You have done a great job!
Ballad Of The Titanic
I remember building the Titanic - it was such a beautiful vision, its big funnels and small windows were the first that caught my sight.
Sweaty rivet tongs, rats crawling about and lunchtime cigarette smoke that chokes me about the dock.
I could remember that day, people falling, hundreds of voices, the ship growing, people busy, people moving high up in the air; the great ship high.
The rivets were beings hammered in the glamorous ship; hot glowing iron was a beautiful sight as it shone in the sun.
The rattles of coins, the smiles on faces and the flimsy scaffolding waving like a tree in the wind.
The ships skeleton, everything developing and screams of pain when they hammered their fingers.
When we had finished building the Titanic everyone wanted to cry, it was so big and beautiful nothing could live up to it.
By Daniel, Callum, Jack And Trinity
The waves jumped upon the open shoreline, leaping and prancing around.
workers chatted loudly about how their work had paid off.
The fresh paint was overwhelming in the clear crisp air.
As they waved their fond farewells, I inhaled the smoke from Titanic’s fiery belly.
Titanic, the grandest ship on the sea, the queen of the ocean.
We breathed a sigh of relief; two years had not been wasted and it will sail the sea.
By Ben L, Victoria, Luke Q and Georgia
There were vast amounts of cheering and shouting crowds on Southampton dock,
Down below people were waving goodbye to their beloved family and friends,
This was the last time they would see them as they leave on Titanic, the most luxurious ship in the world, to start their wonderful new lives in America,
The birds flew low over the polished deck nearly colliding with people on board,
People smelling the fresh paint as they go by,
From poor to the rich there were a lot of them all over,
There was rushing and pushing as they waited to board the marvellous and mighty Titanic.
The biggest and the best ship crashing through the foamy white waves leaving for the great New York City
By Charlotte, Lauren, Alex and Ethan
Life on Board
The bar is full of talking and the smell of cigars, men gambling all playing cards.
The band still playing the delightful tune, the delightful tune.
While she sails on the sea, there was swaying dresses and the passengers sitting
And eating and enjoying the food, and enjoying the food
And the band still playing the delightful tune.
As she cut through the current on a sea of fire, along follow the dolphins of the
great ship’s desire, great ship’s desire.
by Holly, Sophie, Ben F, Alexis
As she continued on her voyage she smashes into an icy mountain, her foe which scratches a fatal gash along her long body, but nobody can feel a thing.
The boat screams silently as water pours in.
Half full lifeboats were getting lowered to the icy depths.
Bow tips down, she snapped in two.
As Titanic started to go to the heavens above she was plunged into darkness with a sudden loss of light.
People started drowning, but the musicians played till the end
The bow went down like a black finger pointing to the starlit sky above.
She stood looking so majestic
The bright moon glistenened in the clear night sky on her grazed skin.
Lifeless corpses face up like floats in pools
The stern descends into the darkness of the icy cold sea
Then Titanic took her last breath and disappeared forever to her underwater grave.
Amelia Easthope,Arran Morrison-Wade,Eilidh Hendrickson ,Erin Callow and Freya Melvin.
It is dead, there is nothing there, and shoals swim by, in and out the doors, but just beneath the mud hiding, is the gash that the ice caused.
The faint sound of music and laughter slowly turns into horror, screaming and shouting.
The seabed is covered with books and plates, which soon will disintegrate, and no longer be in the grave of Titanic
The Titanic lies on the calm seabed, as the currents grasp hold of her; as the sound of lyres fill the collision of the two that was destined to meet.
The souls of passengers drift by, the rustling of dresses where the dead bodies lie,
The captain still haunts the wreck wondering why his great ship sank.
Under the ocean their corpses lie, may god give rest to their spirits.
Nearer my God to thee …. rest in peace.
By:Hannah, Angus, Sian and Erin.