Blisland Boundary Stone Survey

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My Boundstone by Amelia

On my boundstone there is a swirling sun,
One that never fades.
Water swirling around on my boundstone,
it never goes away
stars around my beautiful sun,
always shining never minding,
the face of the compass the face of the sun

Above my boundstone there is something beautiful something whirling and swirling,
just like on my boundstone
just like what I see,
Is it Mars is it the moon,
YES YOU'VE GOT IT,
IT'S THE SUN
Like on my boundstone,
Like what I see.

Story by Eddy

I woke up and I felt the cold crisp morning breeze flowing through the kitchen windows, right into my bedroom. The smell of the farm outside, battling with the ferocious wind, trying to protect all that was behind it. I stumbled down the creaking stairway, still being fully woken by the gust of wind travelling through the farmhouse.

As I walked I could hear the usual sounds of Peter, who was fetching in the sheep, instructing and shouting, twisting them throughout, what seemed to be like endless green passages. My collie, Quid, jumped up, at the bottom of the stairs, excitement glistening in his black reflecting eyes. For he knew what tasks he would face, in the exhausting day ahead, he was due to be trained, by Peter of course, I would be doing the cattle all day, milking them, then delivering the milk, trudging down the rough, uneven milkyway.

Infant's Poem

heard some cars
but can't see roads

earth and moss
houses looked like dots

wind felt tigglish
the oaks were wigglish

cold on our cheeks
hands and ears

smells of horse poo
grass and gorse

trees and fences
cows, a gate and clouds

windmills, houses
land and stone

brambly bushes
daisy lions
farms and churchs

haybales, rocks
seeds and crops

horses with foals
not with trolls!

yellow flowers
pokey pointy furze

upside down mushrooms
skull of a badger

grooves and ditches
rivers and the land

from Trehudreth
we saw the sea
blue in the distance
small like me.

Oliver's poem

What is a book?
A book is what you read

What is a stone
A stone is the ground, the earth and the moon

What is a river?
A river is blue and green and heading to the sea

Callum's Story

I woke up and found that I had no milk left so I decided to go and milk the cows. While I was milking the cows I found a leak in one of the buckets and saw the milk pouring out. I decided to throw it away, I went to market for a new bucket.

Deanna's poem

What if the sun fell down to Cornwall and broke along the way,
What if sosages came alive and tried to take over the earth.
What if the sea flooded the world.
What if laughing became a crime
What if everyones houses fell down.
WHAT IF everyone died

The Drill by Adam

The drill spins on speed 1.
The drill spins on speed 2.
The drill drills the hole.
The drill screws in the screw.
The drill sits level.
The battery runs the drill.
The drill makes a shed.
The drill makes a house.
The drill makes a frame of a house.
The drill makes a frame for a shed.
The drill makes tables and chairs.
The drill makes every building.

Amelia's story

I woke up and I felt the chilled air come through like a galloping horse as I opened up the oak door. "Time to get the milk" I said alowd to myselth as I went into the old kitchen. I looked outside and saw the winter had come, the snow flakes fell like it was the end of the world.

As I sat on my pony I knew it was going to be a long jorney, I sighed, but I know it had to be done. As a cold gust of wind blew ajenst me I felt like the crazy rush to get water would never end. Around me I saw trees coved in a sheet of shimmering snow.

Mystery by Daniel

I am as wet as a turtle's world
I fall like an out-of-control
Spaceship and
As fast as a car

As white as Pluto -
you wouldn't eat me
if I was yellow

I'm as soft as a feather,
fur and bouncy castle

Brockabarrow Downs by Deanna

Time: Midnight of November 9th 1761. It was winter and it was snowing with a chilli breeze

Cast: Billy Badger and Ruby Rabbit, Crunchy Carol and Narrator

Scene: Billy the badger is on his way to the grub stone (boundrystone)

Narrator: It was a chilli winter night and Billy was heading to the grub stone

BB: It's getting colder. Mindyou it's always freezing up at the grub stone

SD: Look around for someone

RR: BOO!

BB: Who, what where when

RR: Oh sorry to scare you like that, but Mother send me to a new stone, a grub stone I think it was. Are you going there too. If you are can you help me?

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