02 February 2009

The coming of the Iron Man.....

"The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff.  How far he had walked?  Nobody knows.  Where he had come from?  Nobody knows.  How he was made?  Nobody knows."

So begins the gripping story of The Iron Man, by Ted Hughes.  Eyes were huge and round at the thought of the giant, swaying in the breeze on the brink of the cliff; stepping out into nothing; tumbling down the cliff, over and over, until he is smashed into pieces on the jagged rocks below.

Imaginations ran riot as the first chapter ended with the Iron Man, having rebuilt himself (save one lost ear) wading out to sea and disappearing beneath the waves, leaving nothing behind but a trail of bubbles.....

Imaginations went into overdrive as we were 'let loose' with sheets of tin foil.....IMG_2464

and all things metal.....

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so that we could create our own versions of this fearsome giant.

We even got to delve inside Momo's big plastic bucket of nails and screws and broken locks and spare keys and bolts and bits and bobs; what treasures were to be found!

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And so we snipped.....

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and smoothened.....

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and crumpled.....

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and glued.....

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until our terrible giants emerged.

Piece by shiny piece.

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One.....

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by.....

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dreadful.....

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one.

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Why not come to the classroom to see the rest of them some day?

On second thoughts, best not.

1 comment:

Family Aritake-Wild said...

Iron men are all so fantastic! I saw some iron women, too.

Leon's mum