Thursday 20th November

 Grammar Warm Up

 Maths Revision

 

 

LC: to know how to measure and cut accurately using the appropriate tools and equipment

 

 

You are going to cut out the pieces for your glider. 

Step 1

Put the glider template on the foam board. 

Step 2

Use a pencil and a ruler to score along each of the lines very carefully.

Step 3

Gently press the pieces out of the foam board and keep them safely.

 

Complete the first box on your planning sheet: 

Reading 1

 Complete the RIC

LC: Explain the meaning of words within the context of the text.

 

The Listeners               

by Walter De La Mare

 

'Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,   

   Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses   

   Of the forest’s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,   

   Above the Traveller’s head:

And he smote upon the door again a second time;   

   ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;   

   No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,   

   Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners   

   That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight   

   To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,   

   That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken   

   By the lonely Traveller’s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,   

   Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,   

   ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even   

   Louder, and lifted his head:—

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,   

   That I kept my word,’ he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,   

   Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house   

   From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,   

   And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward,   

   When the plunging hoofs were gone.

 

What kind of writing is this? How do you know?

 

Use the clues in the text to decide what the words in red mean. 

 

 

 Activity 

Write the words from the poem and then put what you think they mean.

 smote - knocked 

He was doing the action on the door so it sounds like knocked.

 

Reading 2

Complete the  RIC.

 

LC: to prepare a poem to read aloud

How should we read this poem?

Think about 

- tone

- volume

- speed 

Look at the punctuation in the poem. 

What should we do when we see punctuation in a text?

 

Look at the opening lines:

 

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,    

   Knocking on the moonlit door; 

 

Discuss with your talk partner:

What should your voice do when we read a question?

How should we read the word knocking? 

What should we do after we have read the word 'Traveller'? Why?

 

 Your teacher will give you a short section of the poem to prepare to read.

 

The Listeners by Walter de la Mere

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,    

   Knocking on the moonlit door; 

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses    

   Of the forest’s ferny floor: 

And a bird flew up out of the turret,    

   Above the Traveller’s head: 

And he smote upon the door again a second time;    

   ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said. 

But no one descended to the Traveller;    

   No head from the leaf-fringed sill 

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,    

   Where he stood perplexed and still. 

But only a host of phantom listeners    

   That dwelt in the lone house then 

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight    

   To that voice from the world of men: 

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,    

   That goes down to the empty hall, 

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken    

   By the lonely Traveller’s call. 

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,    

   Their stillness answering his cry, 

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,    

   ’Neath the starred and leafy sky; 

For he suddenly smote on the door, even    

   Louder, and lifted his head:— 

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,    

   That I kept my word,’ he said. 

Never the least stir made the listeners,    

   Though every word he spake 

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house    

   From the one man left awake: 

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,    

   And the sound of iron on stone, 

And how the silence surged softly backward,    

   When the plunging hoofs were gone.