The Eagle

I gave the children this jumbled up 'Wordle' version of The Eagle by Lord Alfred Tennyson. I didn't show them the original poem, instead I asked them to write their own poem called 'The Eagle' using the words in the wordle cloud. Some children added a few extra words of their own, but many managed to write a poem using only Tennyson's words.

Here are some of the wonderful poems written by St. George's Class:

The Eagle

 

He watches the azure sea from a crooked crag,

Like a thunderbolt,

He clasps the mountain with his wrinkled hands,

He watches the world as the sun falls beneath the lands,

He is lonely and wrinkled,

He watches the walls of the sea,

And closes his eyes.

 

By Ella F.

 

 

The Eagle

 

He glides over the azure sea,

He kills a fish like a thunderbolt,

He crawls up a mountain from the sea,

He lands on the crooked mountain,

He is lonely on the mountain,

He lands on the tree and stands up tall,

He flies as high as the sun,

 

What is he?

 

By Antonio

 

 

The Eagle

 

He crawls lonely on the lands,

The bright yellow crooked beak,

He watches the sun fall,

The azure sea crashes on the mountain,

A thunderbolt crashes close to the world,

Beneath him is a mountain,

He is lonely as he watches the bright sun,

He flies over the azure sea.

 

By Nathan

Here is the original poem:

The Eagle

 

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

 

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

 

By Lord Alfred Tennyson