Y6F Varmints Analyse L5

Analyse Lesson 5

Can I find and discuss Writer’s Knowledge 1-4 in the Example Text?

Sentence Accuracy

Sentence Accuracy

Quick Build: single-clause sentence

Verb

was

Who/What

the noise

Sentence

The noise was loud.

Add Detail: adverbs

Surely

_________

the noise of the machines couldn't get any louder.

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Build

Drag the adverbs to alter how likely the event is to happen.

Perhaps

___________

Surely

_________

Maybe

_________

Check

the noise of the machines couldn't get any louder.

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My turn to write the sentence.

Listen to my writer's voice.

Let me hide it!Now your turn.

Your turn to write a sentence.

Write?

Dictate?

Adapt/Extend?

Combine?

Fix?

Use your Sentence Checker

Sentence time over! Click to move on.

Quick Build: single-clause sentence

Verb

had started

Subject

it

Sentence

It had started.

Add Detail: colon for independent clauses

She carefully nurtured the seedling: it had already started to grow.

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Re-read

Build

Insert the colon between the two independent clauses, expanding the information given.

Check

She carefully nurtured the seedling it had already started to grow.

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My turn to write the sentence.

Listen to my writer's voice.

Let me hide it!Now your turn.

Your turn to write a sentence.

Write?

Dictate?

Adapt/Extend?

Combine?

Fix?

Use your Sentence Checker

Sentence time over! Click to move on.

Can I find and discuss Writer’s Knowledge 1-4 in the Example Text?

Let's take a quick look at how the Example Text is presented and the features it has

The Example Text has...

Title

Paragraph

Past tense

Effective adjectives

Onomatopoeic words

Text structure

Features

When the Meadows Changed

Long ago, the meadows were wild. Patchwork fields shimmered in the hazy, golden warmth of the sun. Swishing swathes of tall grass danced to patterns in the breeze; delicate dandelion seeds tumbled downwards, gently nestling home. The contented patter of burrowing animals could be heard below the ground, while a chorus of insects buzzed their symphony above it. A trail of singing birds glided through the sky, like white yacht sails traversing an ocean. All the meadow animals lived in tranquillity. Long ago, the meadows were at peace.

Past tense

Title

Paragraph

Effective adjectives

Onomatopoeic words

Click on Click off

Writer's Knowledge

Synonyms and Antonyms

Expanded noun phrases

Passive voice

Semi-colons to join clauses

Let's work in:

Stations

Pairs

Groups

Memorize the positions

Synonyms and Antonyms

Let me show you

Sort the words into either synonyms or antonyms for the word 'noisy'

Antonyms

Synonyms

calm

roaring

shouting

hushed

deafening

quiet

muted

thunderous

Check

Synonyms and Antonyms

Let's find and discuss

Long ago, the meadows were wild. Patchwork fields shimmered in the hazy, golden warmth of the sun. Swishing swathes of tall grass danced to patterns in the breeze; delicate dandelion seeds tumbled downwards, gently nestling home. The contented patter of burrowing animals could be heard below the ground, while a chorus of insects buzzed their symphony above it. A trail of singing birds glided through the sky, like white yacht sails traversing an ocean. All the meadow animals lived in tranquillity. Long ago, the meadows were at peace.

Replace?

Remove?

Feel

Imagine

Reveal

Your Turn: Which paragraphs will you look at?

Synonyms and Antonyms

Imagine Feel Replace? Remove?

Reveal

Writer's Knowledge

Synonyms and Antonyms

Expanded noun phrases

Passive voice

Semi-colons to join clauses

Expanded noun phrases

Let me show you

Let's create expanded noun phrases. Add the adjectives and the prepositional phrase to the noun.

Noun

Adjectives

Prepositional phrase

over the hopeless city

sky

dark, bruised

the

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Expanded noun phrases

Let's find and discuss

As if a blanket had been thrown over the sky, a darkness as thick as night spread out further. It choked the air. The flourishing colours of wildlife withered into papery shells of ash. For every day that passed, The Others hoisted more and more looming towers, now gouging out the blue of the sky to replace it with endless inky black. The equipment’s pounding roar was joined by ceaseless marching: The Others stomped the inescapable maze of the concrete jungle they created. Finally, the darkness swallowed up the last of everything in its path; the screaming cogs and thumping metal reached a mighty crescendo…

Feel

Imagine

Replace?

Remove?

Reveal

Your Turn: Which paragraphs will you look at?

Expanded noun phrases

Imagine Feel Replace? Remove?

Reveal

Writer's Knowledge

Synonyms and Antonyms

Expanded noun phrases

Passive voice

Semi-colons to join clauses

Passive voice

Let me show you

Let's change the active sentence into a passive sentence.

Active sentence:

The boy nurtured the field.

Passive sentence:

Reveal

Passive voice

Let's find and discuss

Then, in the far distance, a rumble began to echo. A particular creature glanced towards the sound. The clear stretch of beautiful blue sky seemed to be tinged with a drop of ink, like black paint swirling in water. Foraging for food, an awkward silence occupied the creature’s mind. Thud. What was that? Underneath the sky’s creeping blackness, the screech of metallic, creaking cables began to heave towers upwards! THUD. The clang of heavy machinery began to thump out a stomping rhythm; the harmony of birdsong was drowned out and lost. The Others had arrived with their noise; the world soon forgot what tranquillity sounded like.

Reveal

Replace?

Remove?

Feel

Imagine

Your Turn: Which paragraphs will you look at?

Passive voice

Imagine Feel Replace? Remove?

Reveal

Writer's Knowledge

Synonyms and Antonyms

Expanded noun phrases

Passive voice

Semi-colons to join clauses

Semi-colons to join clauses

Let me show you

Add semi-colons to show where one clause ends and the other begins.

Most hovered over the grass the world felt hushed and unfamiliar.

The meadow stretched out before them it seemed untouched.

He wandered beneath the trees every step pressed into fresh grass.

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Semi-colons to join clauses

Let's find and discuss

From behind the tiny, lit window of a building, the creature hid inside a small room. He carefully nurtured a green sapling: the only reminder of the world that had once been. He carried the plant to the top of the tower and looked up. A golden light from high above beamed down low, straight into the creature’s blinking eyes. In that moment, everything stopped. It was time to leave this choking life, this broken cradle of destruction.

Replace?

Remove?

Feel

Imagine

Reveal

Your Turn: Which paragraphs will you look at?

Semi-colons to join clauses

Imagine Feel Replace? Remove?

Reveal

Question Quiz Time

Secret Selector

Team Competition

How will we answer our questions today?

Vote

ThumbsUp

ThinkPair Share

Bob Up

Odd One Out

Which one is not an antonym for ‘peace’?

B roar

A thumping

D burrowing

C screaming

Picture Me

Which image best shows this noun phrase? ‘the inescapable maze of the concrete jungle’

True or False?

The passive voice can be used to show how things are being affected by the setting.

True

False

Which One's Right?

Which one shows a semi-colon being used correctly?

A. The Others arrived; with their noise the world soon forgot tranquillity.

B. The Others arrived with their noise; the world soon forgot tranquillity.

C. The Others; arrived with their noise the world soon forgot tranquillity.

D. The Others arrived with their noise the world; soon forgot tranquillity.

Can I find and discuss Writer’s Knowledge 1-4 in the Example Text?

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From behind the tiny, lit window of a building, the creature hid inside a small room. He carefully nurtured a green sapling: the only reminder of the world that had once been. He carried the plant to the top of the tower and looked up. A golden light from high above beamed down low, straight into the creature’s blinking eyes. In that moment, everything stopped. It was time to leave this choking life, this broken cradle of destruction.

calm

hushed

roaring

shouting

quiet

deafening

muted

thunderous

If he came close to the edge of that memory, the creature could sometimes still catch a glimpse of it: he remembered the sprawling mess of that grey city. Except, from here, he no longer heard it. He was surrounded by the buzzing of bees once more, lifted by the scent of the wildflowers in the wind. In that memory, he learned so much: he must protect those meadows, and he must protect them fiercely. He must nurture them with a love that could not be extinguished by any amount of smoke or concrete.

From behind the tiny, lit window of a building, the creature hid inside a small room. He carefully nurtured a green sapling: the only reminder of the world that had once been. He carried the plant to the top of the tower and looked up. A golden light from high above beamed down low, straight into the creature’s blinking eyes. In that moment, everything stopped. It was time to leave this choking life, this broken cradle of destruction.

over the hopeless city

sky

dark, bruised

Then, in the far distance, a rumble began to echo. A particular creature glanced towards the sound. The clear stretch of beautiful blue sky seemed to be tinged with a drop of ink, like black paint swirling in water. Foraging for food, an awkward silence occupied the creature’s mind. Thud. What was that? Underneath the sky’s creeping blackness, the screech of metallic, creaking cables began to heave towers upwards! THUD. The clang of heavy machinery began to thump out a stomping rhythm; the harmony of birdsong was drowned out and lost. The Others had arrived with their noise; the world soon forgot what tranquillity sounded like.

If he came close to the edge of that memory, the creature could sometimes still catch a glimpse of it: he remembered the sprawling mess of that grey city. Except, from here, he no longer heard it. He was surrounded by the buzzing of bees once more, lifted by the scent of the wildflowers in the wind. In that memory, he learned so much: he must protect those meadows, and he must protect them fiercely. He must nurture them with a love that could not be extinguished by any amount of smoke or concrete.

From behind the tiny, lit window of a building, the creature hid inside a small room. He carefully nurtured a green sapling: the only reminder of the world that had once been. He carried the plant to the top of the tower and looked up. A golden light from high above beamed down low, straight into the creature’s blinking eyes. In that moment, everything stopped. It was time to leave this choking life, this broken cradle of destruction.

Long ago, the meadows were wild. Patchwork fields shimmered in the hazy, golden warmth of the sun. Swishing swathes of tall grass danced to patterns in the breeze; delicate dandelion seeds tumbled downwards, gently nestling home. The contented patter of burrowing animals could be heard below the ground, while a chorus of insects buzzed their symphony above it. A trail of singing birds glided through the sky, like white yacht sails traversing an ocean. All the meadow animals lived in tranquillity. Long ago, the meadows were at peace.

As if a blanket had been thrown over the sky, a darkness as thick as night spread out further. It choked the air. The flourishing colours of wildlife withered into papery shells of ash. For every day that passed, The Others hoisted more and more looming towers, now gouging out the blue of the sky to replace it with endless inky black. The equipment’s pounding roar was joined by ceaseless marching: The Others stomped the inescapable maze of the concrete jungle they created. Finally, the darkness swallowed up the last of everything in its path; the screaming cogs and thumping metal reached a mighty crescendo…

Most hovered over the grass; the world felt hushed and unfamiliar.

The meadow stretched out before them; it seemed untouched.

He wandered beneath the trees; every step pressed into fresh grass.

Then, in the far distance, a rumble began to echo. A particular creature glanced towards the sound. The clear stretch of beautiful blue sky seemed to be tinged with a drop of ink, like black paint swirling in water. Foraging for food, an awkward silence occupied the creature’s mind. Thud. What was that? Underneath the sky’s creeping blackness, the screech of metallic, creaking cables began to heave towers upwards! THUD. The clang of heavy machinery began to thump out a stomping rhythm; the harmony of birdsong was drowned out and lost. The Others had arrived with their noise; the world soon forgot what tranquillity sounded like.

As if a blanket had been thrown over the sky, a darkness as thick as night spread out further. It choked the air. The flourishing colours of wildlife withered into papery shells of ash. For every day that passed, The Others hoisted more and more looming towers, now gouging out the blue of the sky to replace it with endless inky black. The equipment’s pounding roar was joined by ceaseless marching: The Others stomped the inescapable maze of the concrete jungle they created. Finally, the darkness swallowed up the last of everything in its path; the screaming cogs and thumping metal reached a mighty crescendo…

Surely

_________

the noise of the machines couldn't get any louder.

If he came close to the edge of that memory, the creature could sometimes still catch a glimpse of it: he remembered the sprawling mess of that grey city. Except, from here, he no longer heard it. He was surrounded by the buzzing of bees once more, lifted by the scent of the wildflowers in the wind. In that memory, he learned so much: he must protect those meadows, and he must protect them fiercely. He must nurture them with a love that could not be extinguished by any amount of smoke or concrete.

The field was nurtured by the boy.

Long ago, the meadows were wild. Patchwork fields shimmered in the hazy, golden warmth of the sun. Swishing swathes of tall grass danced to patterns in the breeze; delicate dandelion seeds tumbled downwards, gently nestling home. The contented patter of burrowing animals could be heard below the ground, while a chorus of insects buzzed their symphony above it. A trail of singing birds glided through the sky, like white yacht sails traversing an ocean. All the meadow animals lived in tranquillity. Long ago, the meadows were at peace.

She carefully nurtured the seedling: it had already started to grow.

____________________________

_______________________________

Then, in the far distance, a rumble began to echo. A particular creature glanced towards the sound. The clear stretch of beautiful blue sky seemed to be tinged with a drop of ink, like black paint swirling in water. Foraging for food, an awkward silence occupied the creature’s mind. Thud. What was that? Underneath the sky’s creeping blackness, the screech of metallic, creaking cables began to heave towers upwards! THUD. The clang of heavy machinery began to thump out a stomping rhythm; the harmony of birdsong was drowned out and lost. The Others had arrived with their noise; the world soon forgot what tranquillity sounded like.

As if a blanket had been thrown over the sky, a darkness as thick as night spread out further. It choked the air. The flourishing colours of wildlife withered into papery shells of ash. For every day that passed, The Others hoisted more and more looming towers, now gouging out the blue of the sky to replace it with endless inky black. The equipment’s pounding roar was joined by ceaseless marching: The Others stomped the inescapable maze of the concrete jungle they created. Finally, the darkness swallowed up the last of everything in its path; the screaming cogs and thumping metal reached a mighty crescendo…

If he came close to the edge of that memory, the creature could sometimes still catch a glimpse of it: he remembered the sprawling mess of that grey city. Except, from here, he no longer heard it. He was surrounded by the buzzing of bees once more, lifted by the scent of the wildflowers in the wind. In that memory, he learned so much: he must protect those meadows, and he must protect them fiercely. He must nurture them with a love that could not be extinguished by any amount of smoke or concrete.

Long ago, the meadows were wild. Patchwork fields shimmered in the hazy, golden warmth of the sun. Swishing swathes of tall grass danced to patterns in the breeze; delicate dandelion seeds tumbled downwards, gently nestling home. The contented patter of burrowing animals could be heard below the ground, while a chorus of insects buzzed their symphony above it. A trail of singing birds glided through the sky, like white yacht sails traversing an ocean. All the meadow animals lived in tranquillity. Long ago, the meadows were at peace.