Our Year 6 students have been learning about poetry and angles. 6NB students created the following poem about Angles. 

We hope you enjoy reading this piece written by Henry, Rabbirraa, Gurtaj, Harshaan and Lawrence.

Ode to Angles

In corners sharp and curves so wide,

The angles form, they do not hide.

From narrow tips to open grace,

They measure space in every place.

The acute, so shy, so small and sweet,

Less than ninety - swift and fleet.

Like sunlight slanting through the dawn,

It flickers, then it is gone.

The right angle stands firm and true,

A perfect L in all it do.

Builders love it’s solid might,

A beacon bold of balanced right.

Obtuse comes next, with arms stretched far,

A lazy hug beneath a star.

It yawns past ninety, wide and slow,

A sleeping moon with gentle glow.

The straight angle, a rebel line,

One - eighty degrees of bold design.

No curve, no bend, just open flight,

A path that splits both day and night.

Reflex angles curl around,

Their sweeping arcs profound, unbound.

More than half a circles run,

They chase like shadows chasing the sun.

In every shape, in art, in time,

Angles dance in silent rhyme.

From triangles sharp to circles round,

Their secret truths in lines are found.

So raise your protractors, draw with pride,

Let geometry be your guide.

For in each angle, small or grand,

Lies order, thought - precision planned.