Wood Farm Primary School

Wood Farm School
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Reach Higher

I challenge myself

I aim high, and I'm not put off if things seem hard

I know I can be part of the best

See Further

I'm imaginative - I like ideas, and I like other people's ideas

I know about different places in the world

I'm good at coming up with different possibilities

Shine Brighter

I get on well with other people

I'm proud of what I do well, I'm proud of my school and I know where I'm going

I'll help you shine too!

Writers' Club

At Wood Farm School we are passionate about writing.  As well as all of the wonderful writing that we do in our learning across the school, each year we run our Writers' Club Residential.  We give a group of our talented and enthusiastic writers from Year 5 the opportunity to stay away overnight, in the beautiful Oxfordshire countyrside, and immerse themselves in their writing and creative thinking!

children writingWe might work on poetry, descriptive writing or storytelling, or we might explore one of William Shakespeare's plays together.  Sitting around the campfire late at night, or looking up at the stars as we walk back to our beds at the top of the hill, or sometimes just taking a quiet moment to sit beneath a broad horse chestnut tree - we never know when inspiration for some great writing will hit us!

 

Click on the gallery below to see some more pictures of our recent residentials:

Cows

Soft, ragged brown coats; their fur as smooth as velvet.

Serious faces, chewing ponderously; their moody eyes staring.

Slowly,

Thoughtfully,

They move through the field.

Mare’s tail

 

A single hair, plucked from a giant’s beard.

 

A palm tree, swaying softly in a late summer zephyr.

 

A big, bushy pen for the elves of the forest to write with.

 

A torch, with burning emerald flames licking the night air.