Up in Year 6, we have been focusing on the book, Wisp by Zana Fraillon and Grahame Baker-Smith. During last week, we paid particular attention to some of the settings represented by the beautiful illustrations in the book.

Below are some extracts from pieces of work from children in 6 Oak based on this picture.

Alisha: As the sun drowned and the moon rose, darkness descended. Roaring clouds fighting against the wind, a wind so powerful that would make you shiver, whilst the emerald sea shook. My life long comrade struggled to cope with the constant barrages.

Theo: The sun set and the clouds bloated with darkness. A shotgun of water shook the boat terribly until it settled, but then out of nowhere, a fierce wave rose above my head catapulting me high above my trusty boat.

Rain poured down, suddenly within a flash water started to invade my boat, drenching it! Thunder roared and lightning struck, ruling the ferocious seas making whoever sailed it bow to its mercy.

Bawan: The deep blue sea roars with the evening wind, as the moon was glowing in the night sky. Darkness descended on the furious sea while the clouds expanded with a type of charcoal grey colour. It was a constant battle between the sky and sea.

The splash of waves overpowered me at times as my lifelong companion of the ocean struggled to cope with the un-predictableness of the merciless sea.

Diya K: As darkness entered upon the raging sea, my life was in danger! The waves bellowed at me as I trembled in fear. I looked up at the sky and I realised I was no longer in control. The moon was glowing in the night sky as the waves kept pulling me down. I was facing a losing battle and the mercy of turning weather.

Diya P: The tranquil ocean bloated in fury sending crashing waves in collision. The ghostly blackened clouds lingered above the perplexing sea. Everything looked like a horror story. There was no hope left – my energy was diminished and lost in the sea. My lifelong comrade of the sea struggled to keep up in the non-stop battle with the sea and wind.

Zak: Moonlight lit up the tiny boat persevering against the raging sea, angry clouds were filled with thunder, occasionally sneaking out only to crack and fizzle away. The sea was acting as though it was shouting to the sky in mercy, pleading with it to stop.

Fear overwhelmed me, I realised escape was impossible, all hope left me till all I was, was a shell of terror drenched in sadness.

Mr Wanless