Ready Steady Read Together
Where My Wellies Take Me: Poetry Lesson 1
What do you think you know?
What?
Who?
Why?
Where?
How?
When?
Book Talk: Let's explore this illustration.
Explore
What do you know and think?
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where…
How might this extract link to the illustration?
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Today's Question(s)
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza ?
B) How does the poet use different senses (like sight, sound, smell and touch) to create imagery in the poem?
Explore
Let me read today's text
Explore
Tewkesbury Road
by John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road,
and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village,
one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust,
in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds,
and the broad blue lift of the sky.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
And to halt at the chattering brook,
in a tall green fern at the brink
Where the harebell grows, and the gorse,
and the foxgloves purple and white;
Where the shy-eyed delicate deer
troop down to the brook to drink
When the stars are mellow and large
at the coming on of the night.
O, to feel the beat of the rain,
and the homely smell of the earth,
Is a tune for the blood to jig to,
a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green comely meadows
are all a-ripple with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play
and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Vocabulary
Explore
Hover for definitions!
whither
shy-eyed
keen
mellow
comely
mirth
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
I will model the first.
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
whither
Explore
Find Read Talk
It is good to be out on the road,
and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village,
one knows not whither or why;
Reveal Vocabulary
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
whither
Your turn
keen
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
shy-eyed
mellow
comely
mirth
Use your text
Explore
Vocabulary Check & Re-read
Explore
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
Tewkesbury Road
by John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road,
and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village,
one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust,
in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds,
and the broad blue lift of the sky.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
And to halt at the chattering brook,
in a tall green fern at the brink
Where the harebell grows, and the gorse,
and the foxgloves purple and white;
Where the shy-eyed delicate deer
troop down to the brook to drink
When the stars are mellow and large
at the coming on of the night.
O, to feel the beat of the rain,
and the homely smell of the earth,
Is a tune for the blood to jig to,
a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green comely meadows
are all a-ripple with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play
and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Fluency
Explore
Let me use my reader's voice...
O, to feel the beat of the rain,
and the homely smell of the earth,
Is a tune for the blood to jig to,
a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green comely meadows
are all a-ripple with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play
and the dear wild cry of the birds.
What did you notice?
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
My Turn
Your Turn
Echo Read
O, to feel the beat of the rain,
and the homely smell of the earth,
Is a tune for the blood to jig to,
a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green comely meadows
are all a-ripple with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play
and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Sound like a reader!
Stand up!
Choral Read
O, to feel the beat of the rain,
and the homely smell of the earth,
Is a tune for the blood to jig to,
a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green comely meadows
are all a-ripple with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play
and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Focus
Explore
Strategy: Main Point
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
What's the main idea of the text?
Teach
Let me show you
Reveal Text Marks
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
This means the poet enjoys wandering without a destination in mind, so he is free to explore and roam where he likes, without limits or restrictions.
Reveal Explainer
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Stop
What else could you use to answer today's question(s)?
Teach
Your Turn
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
B) How does the poet use different senses (like sight, sound, smell and touch) to create imagery in the poem?
Find the answers
Text mark
Explore
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence one knows not whither or why
free from having a specific destination or reason
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
Text Mark Evidence - in the keen cool rush of the air - under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky
freedom of being outdoors in open spaces
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Practise & Apply
Text Mark Evidence - a tall green fern at the brink where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white - the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth
Acceptable Answers
sight: foliage and colours
B) How does the poet use different senses (like sight, sound, smell and touch) to create imagery in the poem?
Text Mark Evidence the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to drink
sight: wildlife
Text Mark Evidence when the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night
sight: the night sky
Text Mark Evidence - the chattering brook - the beat of the rain…is a tune for the blood to jig to (metaphor) - the noise of the lambs at play - the dear wild cry of the birds
sound: the noises of the outdoors
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Text Mark Evidence o, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth
touch and smell: rain
Quiz Time
Start
Picture Me
Which is the best match for 'comely'?
Which One's Right?
Click here to reveal a passage from the poem...
Which type of figurative language is used in this passage?
A personification
B alliteration
B metaphor
C simile
Find Me
Find two words which mean ‘happiness’:
Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green comely meadows
are all a-ripple with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play
and the dear wild cry of the birds.
2 Discuss then check
1 Discuss then check
joy
mirth
Tick Me
What does the poet mean by ‘a joy past power of words’?
Tick one
A The poet didn’t like using words to describe feelings.
B The poet struggled to remember what he wanted to say.
Check
C The poet struggled to find words strong enough to describe his feelings.
Click if correct
D The poem wasn’t long enough to describe his joy.
Feedback: Who did what well?
FindRead Talk
EchoRead
ChoralRead
ReadingStrategy
Answers & Text Marks
Other...
To be a book lover, you could...
celebrate your reading.
Reveal
Make a list of the books you've read and celebrate milestones.
Copyright Notice
This document has been supplied under a CLA Licence with specific terms of use. It is protected by copyright and, save as may be permitted by law, it may not be further copied, stored, re-copied electronically or otherwise shared, even for internal purposes, without the prior further permission of the Rightsholder. Extracts sourced from: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012 Schools must purchase the original text for full content.
It is good to be out on the road,
and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village,
one knows not whither or why:
Through the grey light drift of the dust,
in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds,
and the broad blue lift of the sky.
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Ready Steady Read Together
Where My Wellies Take Me: Poetry Lesson 1
What do you think you know?
What?
Who?
Why?
Where?
How?
When?
Book Talk: Let's explore this illustration.
Explore
What do you know and think?
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where…
How might this extract link to the illustration?
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Today's Question(s)
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza ?
B) How does the poet use different senses (like sight, sound, smell and touch) to create imagery in the poem?
Explore
Let me read today's text
Explore
Tewkesbury Road
by John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why; Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air, Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
And to halt at the chattering brook, in a tall green fern at the brink Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white; Where the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to drink When the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night. O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth, Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Vocabulary
Explore
Hover for definitions!
whither
shy-eyed
keen
mellow
comely
mirth
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
I will model the first.
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
whither
Explore
Find Read Talk
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
Reveal Vocabulary
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
whither
Your turn
keen
Find the word or phrase Read the sentence Talk about it to a partner
shy-eyed
mellow
comely
mirth
Use your text
Explore
Vocabulary Check & Re-read
Explore
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
Tewkesbury Road
by John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why; Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air, Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Reveal Vocabulary
Teacher Note: Re-read if time allows.
And to halt at the chattering brook, in a tall green fern at the brink Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white; Where the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to drink When the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night. O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth, Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Fluency
Explore
Let me use my reader's voice...
O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth, Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
What did you notice?
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
My Turn
Your Turn
Echo Read
O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth,
Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Sound like a reader!
Stand up!
Choral Read
O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth, Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Focus
Explore
Strategy: Main Point
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
What's the main idea of the text?
Teach
Let me show you
Reveal Text Marks
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
This means the poet enjoys wandering without a destination in mind, so he is free to explore and roam where he likes, without limits or restrictions.
Reveal Explainer
From: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012. Licensed under CLA. Do not copy or share.
Strategy Stop
What else could you use to answer today's question(s)?
Teach
Your Turn
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
B) How does the poet use different senses (like sight, sound, smell and touch) to create imagery in the poem?
Find the answers
Text mark
Explore
Acceptable Answers
Text Mark Evidence one knows not whither or why
free from having a specific destination or reason
A) How is the theme of freedom shown in the first stanza?
Text Mark Evidence - in the keen cool rush of the air - under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky
freedom of being outdoors in open spaces
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Practise & Apply
Text Mark Evidence - a tall green fern at the brink where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white - the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth
Acceptable Answers
sight: foliage and colours
B) How does the poet use different senses (like sight, sound, smell and touch) to create imagery in the poem?
Text Mark Evidence the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to drink
sight: wildlife
Text Mark Evidence when the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night
sight: the night sky
Text Mark Evidence - the chattering brook - the beat of the rain…is a tune for the blood to jig to (metaphor) - the noise of the lambs at play - the dear wild cry of the birds
sound: the noises of the outdoors
Click on the evidence to reveal acceptable answers
Text Mark Evidence o, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth
touch and smell: rain
Quiz Time
Start
Picture Me
Which is the best match for 'comely'?
Which One's Right?
Click here to reveal a passage from the poem...
Which type of figurative language is used in this passage?
A personification
B alliteration
B metaphor
C simile
Find Me
Find two words which mean ‘happiness’:
Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
2 Discuss then check
1 Discuss then check
joy
mirth
Tick Me
What does the poet mean by ‘a joy past power of words’?
Tick one
A The poet didn’t like using words to describe feelings.
B The poet struggled to remember what he wanted to say.
Check
C The poet struggled to find words strong enough to describe his feelings.
Click if correct
D The poem wasn’t long enough to describe his joy.
Feedback: Who did what well?
FindRead Talk
EchoRead
ChoralRead
ReadingStrategy
Answers & Text Marks
Other...
To be a book lover, you could...
celebrate your reading.
Reveal
Make a list of the books you've read and celebrate milestones.
Copyright Notice
This document has been supplied under a CLA Licence with specific terms of use. It is protected by copyright and, save as may be permitted by law, it may not be further copied, stored, re-copied electronically or otherwise shared, even for internal purposes, without the prior further permission of the Rightsholder. Extracts sourced from: Where My Wellies Take Me by Clare and Michael Morpurgo © 2012 Schools must purchase the original text for full content.
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why: Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air, Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.