Tuesday 14 April 2015

New Year 3 Learning Challenge

There are two themes running through this half term's learning challenge. The first is the question 'is planet Earth dying?' and the second reflects our topic in class this half term: the local area.

The person we are asking the children to research is South African-born engineer and entrepreneur Elon Musk. Musk is the founder and CEO of American electric car pioneer Tesla Motors and also runs the private space exploration company 'Space X'.

The painting this half term is 'Harvest' by Martin Whittfooth. The work depicts a polar bear in the unexpected surroundings of a poppy field and gives an image of what the world may look like if we do nothing to stop polluting our environment.

The piece of music and poem are both related to our local area. 'The Golden Vanity' is a traditional folk song that may have its roots in the East of England. There are many interpretations available online, a good starting point is American country band Crooked Still's version.

'If I Were to Own' by Edward Thomas is a poem that references some of the farms that existed in the area that Harold Hill now occupies as well as the county of Essex.

We look forward to seeing what the children will create!

The Year 3 Team.

Extraordinary Engineer

Elon Musk 

Painting

‘Harvest’ by Martin Wittfooth



Music
‘The Golden Vanity’ (Traditional Essex folk song)

Link to Crooked Still's version

Poem

Edward Thomas If I Were to Own (Abridged)
If I were to own this countryside
As far as a man in a day could ride,
And the Tyes were mine for giving or letting,--
Wingle Tye and Margaretting
Skreens, Gooshays, and Cockerells,
Shellow, Rochetts, Bandish, and Pickerells,

Fields where plough-horses steam and plovers
Fling and whimper, hedges that lovers
Love, and orchards, shrubberies, walls
Where the sun untroubled by north wind falls,

For a song, a blackbird's song, at dawn.
He should have no more, till on my lawn
Never a one was left, because I
Had shot them to put them into a pie,--
His Essex blackbirds, every one,

And I was left old and alone.

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