Here is our drawing for this week.
You have all been enjoying the poem that we have been learning together each morning so I thought we could draw something from that. Below (in bold) is a line that has inspired my drawing.
Sir Brian woke one morning and he couldn't find his battle-axe;
He walked into the village in his second pair of boots.
He had gone a hundred paces when the street was full of faces
And the villagers were round him with ironical salutes.
"You are Sir Brian? Indeed!
You are Sir Brian? Dear, Dear!
"You are Sir Brian as bold as a lion?
Delighted to meet you here!"
Sir Brian went a journey and he found a lot of duckweed
As usual I began with blue all over the page.
Then I decided where the sky would end and the land and pond would begin.
I put in some clouds in the sky and some ripples on the water and the bank of the pond. Then I drew the villagers and Sir Brian.
Lastly I put in the details – the clothes, shoes, grass and the duckweed on his head.
If you would prefer, you could draw Sir Brian with his battle-axe charging around the village.
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If you aren't from New School and would like to take part, there is a tutorial HERE. You can also buy the wax block from many places online but from Myriad HERE. Please also send me your pictures. I would love to see them!
The whole poem is below if you would like to see it. Mrs May
Sir Brian had a battleaxe with great big knobs on. He went among the villagers and blipped them on the head. On Wednesday and on Saturday, Especially on the latter day, He called on all the cottages and this is what he said:
“I am Sir Brian!” (Ting-ling!) “I am Sir Brian!” (Rat-tat!) “I am Sir Brian, “As bold as a lion! “Take that, and that, and that!”
Sir Brian had a pair of boots with great big spurs on;. A fighting pair of which he was particularly fond. On Tuesday and on Friday, Just to make the street look tidy, He’d collect the passing villagers and kick them in the pond.
“I am Sir Brian!” (Sper-lash!) “I am Sir Brian!” (Sper-losh!) “I am Sir Brian, “As bold as a Lion! “Is anyone else for a wash?”
Sir Brian woke one morning and he couldn’t find his battleaxe. He walked into the village in his second pair of boots. He had gone a hundred paces When the street was full of faces And the villagers were round him with ironical salutes.
“You are Sir Brian? My, my. “You are Sir Brian? Dear, dear. “You are Sir Brian “As bold as a lion? “Delighted to meet you here!”
Sir Brian went a journey and he found a lot of duckweed. They pulled him out and dried him and they blipped him on the head. They took him by the breeches And they hurled him into ditches And they pushed him under waterfalls and this is what they said:
“You are Sir Brian — don’t laugh! “You are Sir Brian — don’t cry! “You are Sir Brian “As bold as a lion — “Sir Brian the Lion, goodbye!”
Sir Brian struggled home again and chopped up his battleaxe. Sir Brian took his fighting boots and threw them in the fire. He is quite a different person Now he hasn’t got his spurs on, And he goes about the village as B. Botany, Esquire.
“I am Sir Brian? Oh, no! “I am Sir Brian? Who’s he? “I haven’t any title, I’m Botany; “Plain Mr. Botany (B.)”
A A Milne