As fast as we dig up those weeds they grow back! Here we are working hard to find our vegetable plot!
This year we collected tins and packets of food at our Harvest Festival service. We do this every year, but this time it was amazing. There were so many donations that we had to make several journeys backwards and forwards to the hall to bring them all outside.
Here we are with just a few of the bags.
We know that all of this food will be used to benefit those families who struggle to afford some of things that we take for granted.
Well done everyone who made the effort to bring donations to our Harvest assembly.
On the 5th October we had a very special visit.
At Heron we have a new part to our school – it has just been built and we needed it to be officially opened. The Duchess of Gloucester agreed to do this. The photographs will show how excited everyone was. Heron Primary School was a sea of red, white and blue!
If you would like to listen to our podcasts tune in to Heron FM! They are available on itunes to download and , even though we say so ourselves, they are very interesting.
Type ‘Heron Primary School podcasts’ into itunes to find all the episodes.
As you can see, Mr Banks has started the next episode with a group of Year 5 children.
Sirens echo around the city,
Fear creeps through the streets,
Air rair shelters wrap anxious people in safety,
Search lights crisscross in the moon light like sharp swords clashing,
Luftwaffe soar over the city dropping bombs like confetti-no happiness here,
Worried wardens search the deadly streets for stranded survivors,
Sizzling smoke dances in the twilight hour,
Burning buildings fall like children’s tears,
Roaring fire, like cats tongues, lick through their tortured, tangled skeletons,
Quickly the scared citizens clip their gas masks on,
Noises echo around the city fire, explosions,
Morning sunlight brings sadness to the city,
For I am the Blitz Destroyer of all.
My skeleton is the twisted, tangled, tortured timber.
My hair is the smoke, weaving through the air.
My searching eyes are the maps leeding me from place to place.
My heart is completely empty of all the emotion.
My tears are the falling bombs, flattening everything.
Everywhere I look I see dirty dark dusty death.
Stamping feet demolishing houses causing rubble everywhere.
Everyone fears me , for I am the Blitz.
By Fenton Skidmore.
Sometimes when we want something we have to work hard to get it. Well we would like ipads to use in our school. Our Enterprise Club members are raising money to pay for these. Yesterday they had a cake stall at our Parent Consultation evening. What a good idea that was.
We made £55 from selling cakes.
The cakes were 20p each or 6 for a pound. The spare cakes are now in the staffroom and we know that the teachers will eat these and make a donation to our ipad fund.
Wonder when we will have enough money to buy our first ipads?
It’s Bonfire Night, it’s Mrs Veck’s birthday, it’s parent evenings and it is Enterprise Club’s first cake sale. None of these are quite as exciting as this… Pass the Blog has come to Heron Primary School. It’s our week to look after the blog and we intend to do this as well as we can!
At last, Pass the Blog has reached Gloucester, England.
In recent weeks year 6 have visited Steam . Here we are in a steam train. We had already been evacuated and spent time in an air raid shelter!