We are a ‘Reading for Pleasure’ School. We believe that children should enjoy reading and have access to high quality texts. Each class has a stock of books which are updated regularly.
We have a whole school reading display in our library and all the children contributed their favourite books.
We have school librarians who support our children with book recommendations and keep our library looking lovely. We also have high expectations of our class reading corners to keep a love of reading the highest of priorities
Recommended Reads:-
My Village is a
beautiful collection featuring nursery rhymes and verses from around the world: New Zealand, China, Australia, Norway, Ireland, Tonga, Jamaica, Japan, Zimbabwe, Fiji, Indonesia, Denmark, Iran, Germany, Samoa, Switzerland, Russia, Brazil, France, Holland, Iceland, and India .
In this celebration of our Earth, Wendy Cooling has chosen poems to make children look, think, and ask questions. Why are trees so important? How are motorways damaging our countryside? 
What can we do about rubbish? What can we do to protect our Earth for the future?
When faced with climate change, the biggest threat that our planet has ever confronted, it’s easy to feel as if nothing you do can really make a difference . . . but this book proves that individual people can change the world. With twenty inspirational stories celebrating the pioneering work of a selection of Earth Heroes from all around the globe, from Greta Thunberg and David Attenborough to Yin Yuzhen and Isatou Ceesay, each tale is a beacon of hope in the fight for the future of our planet, proving that one person, no matter how small, can make a difference.
This double-sided foldout book takes you on a fascinating journey deep underground. One side of the foldout shows the ground beneath the city, whilst the reverse side shows the ground beneath the countryside. The underground scenes include tunnels and pipes, creatures’ burrows, layers of rock and the planet’s molten core, and run seamlessly into the next. Mixing urban and rural settings, covering subjects such as geology, archaeology and natural history,
This book is narrated by Ivan — a gorilla who has spent 27 years in a glass enclosure at a mall. He is used to humans and doesn’t miss home at all. Everything changes when he meets Ruby, a baby elephant who was taken from her home. Her arrival forces him to rethink his life and nature.
Poems we enjoy reading:
White Horses
Far out at sea
There are horses to ride
Little white horses
That race with the tide.
Their tossing manes
Are the white sea-foam,
And the lashing winds
Are driving them home-
To shadowy stables
Fast they must flee,
To the great green caverns
Down under the sea.
Irene F Pawsey
Us Two
Wherever I am there’s always Pooh
There’s always Pooh and me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
“Where are you going today?” says Pooh:
“Well, that’s very odd ‘cos I was too.
Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he.
“Let’s go together,” says Pooh.
“What’s twice eleven?” I said to Pooh.
(“Twice what?” said Pooh to Me.)
“I think it ought to be twenty-two.”
“Just what I think myself,” said Pooh.
“It wasn’t an easy sum to do,
But that’s what it is,” said Pooh, said he.
“That’s what it is,” said Pooh.
“Let’s look for dragons,” I said to Pooh.
“Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
“Yes, those are dragons all right,” said Pooh.
“As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That’s what they are,” said Pooh, said he.
“That’s what they are,” said Pooh.
“Let’s frighten the dragons,” I said to Pooh.
“That’s right,” said Pooh to Me.
“I’m not afraid,” I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted “Shoo!
Silly old dragons!”- and off they flew.
“I wasn’t afraid,” said Pooh, said he,
“I’m never afraid with you.”
So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
“What would I do?” I said to Pooh,
“If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,
It isn’t much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. “That’s how it is,” says Pooh.
Eight Tentacles
If only I had an octopus
I’d soon get my housework done.
I’d set him to work on the hoovering
With tentacle number one.
Tentacle two would grab a mop
And start on the kitchen floor
While he dusted and polished the furniture
With tentacles three and four.
Tentacle five would turn on the tap
And tackle the washing up
While tentacle six took a well-earned break
And curled round a china cup.
Tentacle seven would make the beds
And set all the pillows straight,
And all the time he’d be balancing
On tentacle number eight
Julia Donaldson
Mr Moore
Mr. Moore Mr. Moore
Creaking down the corridor
Uh eh uh uh eh
Uh eh uh uh eh
Mr. Moore wears wooden suits
Mr Moore wears great big boots
Mr. Moore’s got hair like a brush
And Mr. Moore don’t like me much.
Chorus
When my teacher’s there I haven’t got a care
I do my sums I do gerzinters
When Mr. Moore comes through the door
Got a wooden head full of splinters.
Chorus
Mr. Moore I implore
My earholes ache my head is sore
Don’t come through the classroom door
Oh don’t come through the classroom door
Mister Mister Mister Moore.
Chorus
Mr. Moore wears wooden suits
Mr Moore wears great big boots
Mr. Moore’s got hair like a brush
And Mr. Moore don’t like me much.
Chorus.
David Harmer
There was an old lady…
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly- (Anonymous)
Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, I think she’ll die!
Poor old lady, she swallowed a spider,
It squirmed and wriggled and turned inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, I think she’ll die!
Poor old lady, she swallowed a bird.
How absurd! She swallowed a bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, I think she’ll die!
Poor old lady, she swallowed a cat.
Think of that! She swallowed a cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, I think she’ll die!
Poor old lady, she swallowed a dog.
She went the whole hog when she swallowed the dog.
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, I think she’ll die!
Poor old lady, she swallowed a cow.
I don’t know how she swallowed a cow.
She swallowed the cow to catch the dog.
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, I think she’ll die!
Poor old lady, she swallowed a horse.
She died, of course.
The Sound Collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away
The whistling of the kettle
The turning of the lock
The purring of the kitten
The ticking of the clock
The popping of the toaster
The crunching of the flakes
When you spread the marmalade
The scraping noise it makes
The hissing of the frying pan
The ticking of the grill
The bubbling of the bathtub
As it starts to fill
The drumming of the raindrops
On the windowpane
When you do the washing-up
The gurgle of the drain
The crying of the baby
The squeaking of the chair
The swishing of the curtain
The creaking of the stair
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same
Roger McGough