Please find Year 3's Learning Challenge for Summer 1 below. It would be great to see as many of the children complete this as possible.
Poem
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Painting
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Person
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Basic
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Learn it off by heart
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Find out 10 facts about the paintings
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Draw a portrait of the person
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Find another poem by the poet
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Produce a collage of paintings from
the caves of Lascaux
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Produce a timeline of their life
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Advanced
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Create a performance as part of a
pair/group
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Draw a picture in similar style
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Produce a poster to advertise their
achievements
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Write a short biography about the
poet
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Transform the medium of the painting:
use collage instead of painting
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Write a letter asking them about
their life
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Deep
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Write your own poem inspired by the
topic
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Use the image as a stimulus for 100WC
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Explain how the world would be
without this person
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Compare and contrast two poems by the
poet
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Describe what the painting: what
it represents, how it makes you feel, what it is based on
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Give five reasons for and against why
they should be in ‘The Hall of Fame’
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Significant Person
Winston Churchill
Significant Person
‘The Drop’ – Albert Richards
Poem- ‘Soldier's Farewell’ (Mike Subritzky)
I've saddled up, and
dropped me hooch,
I'm going to take the gap,
my Tour of Duty's over mates,
and I won't be coming back.
I'm done with diggin' shell scrapes
and laying out barbed wire,
I'm sick of setting Claymore Mines,
and coming under fire.
So no more Fire Support Base,
and no more foot patrols,
and no more eating ration packs,
and sleepin' in muddy holes.
I've fired my last machine gun,
and ambushed my last track,
I'm sick of all the Army brass,
and I sure ain't coming back.
I'll hand my bayonet to the clerk,
he ain't seen one before,
and clean my rifle one more time,
and return it to the store.
So no more spit and polish,
and make sure I get paid,
and sign me from the Regiment,
today's my last parade.
I'm going to take the gap,
my Tour of Duty's over mates,
and I won't be coming back.
I'm done with diggin' shell scrapes
and laying out barbed wire,
I'm sick of setting Claymore Mines,
and coming under fire.
So no more Fire Support Base,
and no more foot patrols,
and no more eating ration packs,
and sleepin' in muddy holes.
I've fired my last machine gun,
and ambushed my last track,
I'm sick of all the Army brass,
and I sure ain't coming back.
I'll hand my bayonet to the clerk,
he ain't seen one before,
and clean my rifle one more time,
and return it to the store.
So no more spit and polish,
and make sure I get paid,
and sign me from the Regiment,
today's my last parade.
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