Welcome to the Rowan Class Page!
Hello,
My name is Mr Phillips. I am a year 4 teacher and Computing leader. In Rowan class, we strive to become the best versions of ourselves whatever that may look like. I cannot wait for all the exciting adventures we will have in year 4.
Block 6 – Summer Two
Block 5 — Summer One
Poem for Block 5
Hope by Emily Dickenson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Block 4 – Spring
Block 3 – Spring
Block 2 – Autumn
Rowan’s Poem for Block 2
Pleasant Sounds by John Clare
The rustling of leaves under the feet in woods and under hedges;
The crumpling of cat-ice and snow down wood-rides, narrow lanes, and every street causeway;
Rustling through a wood or rather rushing, while the wind halloos in the oak-toop like thunder;
The rustle of birds’ wings startled from their nests or flying unseen into the bushes;
The whizzing of larger birds overhead in a wood, such as crows, puddocks, buzzards;
The trample of robins and woodlarks on the brown leaves, and the patter of squirrels on the green moss;
The fall of an acorn on the ground, the pattering of nuts on the hazel branches as they fall from ripeness;
The flirt of the groundlark’s wing from the stubbles- how sweet such pictures on dewy mornings, when the dew flashes from its brown feathers!
Block 1 – Autumn
