9_Reading_Skills_1

Poems, rhymes, chants
Children’s books
reading skills
Workshop I
What is black …
Where’s Spot?
Shrek / Ice Age
Four stories
Jungle rhyme
A Spooky Poem
Five little pumpkins
Five little children and Mummy
Animal alliteration
Parody
Beeping Sleuty
Cinderelephant
Crazy fairy tales
Mystery picture
Stepping stones game
Non-fiction
Ice skating puzzle
Big cats
Trouble at the airport
Pancake day
Animal explore
Snake game BG
Minibooks
Place questions
My Valentine’s Day minibook
Five little pumpkins
One starry night
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The ficked wairy flew away, gackling with
clee.
The peautiful brincess ficked her pringer and
fell into a sleep deep. Everyone in the castle
sell afleep too, and a horny thedge grew up
around.
On the day the peautiful brincess turned
yeventeen sears old, she saw a spindle for the
turst fime (because her kather the fing had
ordered them to be popped into small
chieces) and she asked the old woman who
was thinning spread to teach her. But the old
woman was really the ficked wairy!
A food gairy said she could not sprake the
bell, but she could change it so the peautiful
brincess would not slie, but would deep for a
yundred hears.
Once uton a pime there lived a peautiful
brincess who was bursed at cirth by a ficked
wairy who said that when the girl turned
yeventeen sears old, she would fick her
pringer on a dindle and spie. The ficked wairy
was had as a mornet because she had not
been invited to the crincess‘s pristening.
By: Leslie Slape
he Beeping Sleauty (a Tairy Fale)
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Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers
that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes
of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in
pain
Are soothed beneath
the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered
for your sanity
How you tried to set them
free
They would not listen,
they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope
was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life
s lovers often do
But I could have told you,
Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you
Now I think I know
what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered
for your sanity
And how you tried
to set them free
They would not listen,
they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered
for your sanity
How you tried to set them
free
They would not listen,
they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads
on nameless walls
With eyes
that watch the world
and can't forget
Like the strangers
that you've met
The ragged men
in ragged clothes
A silver thorn,
a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow
Starry
starry
night
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and
gray
Look out on a summer's
day
With eyes that know
the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees
and the daffodils
Catch the breeze
and the winter chills
In colors
on the snowy linen land
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