Performance Poetry In Year 5

This week year 5 have been looking at Performance Poetry. We studied the poem Night Mail by A.H Aurden. We attempted to transform the train into a plane or lorry. The success criteria was to include some, if not all of the following: personification/make the train sound like a person, to include similes and metaphors. The pupils were required to use communication skills as they worked in talking partners, ICT skills as they posted these poems in draft form themselves.

Plane Mail

WALT-To create a performance poem in the style of night mail by W.H.Auden.


Plane mail was written for the video maker of a film about a plane delivering mail to America.

This is the mail plane flying over the border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
Letters in the back and some next door.
Pulling up the letters, at a steady climb-
The winds against him but he’s on time.
Passing the clouds and the planes over his shoulder,
Shovelling white fume in the boulder,
Beeping noisily as he passes,
Silent miles with no grasses.
Birds turn their heads as he approaches,
Stares from planes at the blank-faced coaches.
Sheep-dogs can not see him of-course,
Though they hear him coming with great force.
The farm he fly’s over everyone wakes,
While the jug in the bedroom gently shakes.
By Charlotte and Harry


Plane Mail
WALT: To create a performance of a poem
the style of night mail by W.H.Auden.

Plane Mail was written for a book in a very famous book shop in Spain.

This is the night mail flying over the border, bringing the cheque and the postal order ,letter’s for the for the passengers , letter’s for the poor, and the letter’s for the passenger next door. Pushing down the aisle with a steady paste. The passengers against her, but she’s never late. Past beautiful blue sky’s and gleaming white cloud’s, passing cup’s of tea as she leave’s to go back to the kitchen. Noisy miles of children screaming.
Passengers turn their head as she approaches, stare from the chairs at her pretty styled face, Men cannot turn her course, they stagger on with feet across. On the plane she passes no one wakes, but a cup on the stand gently shakes.


By Stacey and Hannah



Plane Mail


WALT; To create a performance poem in the style of night mail by W.H. Auden.
Plane mail was modelled for the museum of a book about a plane delivering the mail to Ireland.

This is the plane mail flying across the border,
Delivering the letters and postal orders,
Letters for the children, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner and the river next door,
Pushing the luggage far and near,
The plane was early, but the letters will be on time,
Pass the station up to the clouds,
Packing the letters with empty spaces,
Soaring noisily flying across,
Silent airs of noisily birds tweeting,
Birds turn away when the soaring over comes,
Stare from the clouds, the driver shouts,
Dogs can not hear their owners,
They slumber on with paws across,
In the field the dogs run round,
But a lamp in the field gently shakes.


By Olivia and Emily



Lorry

To create a performance poem on lorry mail.

This is the night mail crossing the border,
bringing the post like they ordered,
letters for the rich
letters for the poor,
letters for every one even for the girl next door.
The lorry pulling the brake to give the post man the letters, there’s letters for uncles cousins and aunts ,
post cards for your friends ,
letters of thanks,
letters from banks ,
letters of joy , from girls and boys.
The lorry catching the ferry from the south of France,
giving holiday snaps to people who have had dance and romance.

By Bethan and Ethan.



Plane
Walt /to create a performance poem in the style of night mail by W.H Auden .

Night Mail was written for the soundtrack of a film of a plane delivering the mail to south Wales.
This is the night plane flying over the border into south Wales bringing the people their brilliant letters and postal orders,
Letters for the rich,
letters for the poor and the girl next door,
A steady descent it comes into land,
The gradient’s against her but she’s right on time.

Lots of silent miles no one wakes,
The dogs on the farms carry on sleeping .
Dawn freshens the work is done .
Down towards Cardiff mail descends.
Towards the steam tugs yelping down the glade of cranes ,
towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces set on the plain like gigantic chessmen.
All Wales waits for her; in the dark valleys,
Men long for news.
By Mendii and Niall