The Longest Journey - John Lewis 2012
Two snow people fall in love one snowy evening. When morning comes Mr Snowman has disappeared, set off on a tough journey over field and fell.
Why has he gone on this journey? What has made him travel into the city?
He went shopping in the city for Mrs Snowman's Christmas present.
Teaching Ideas
Some examples of personification created by Year 6 Children at St Clare's RC School in Blackley, Manchester
The microscopic robin dancing on the colossal tree.
The whistle of the wind calling for me.
The twittering robins singing with joy.
The thought of my true love opening her present made my face light up.
The beautiful cars swished like reindeers.
To cold air skimmed across the delicate snow.
My blood bubbled with love.
The never ending blanket of snow covered the land as far as the eye could see, as if it was hiding something.
I tasted the songs running into my mouth.
The wind blowing in my ear, not bothering to go.
As the night grew darker the wind started to roar.
The wind was whistling, calling my name.
Sparkling lights prancing around me.
Snowstorms flushing through me.
Little snowflakes dropping from big, white clouds dancing on my tongue.
The two lampposts danced together like a couple on their wedding day.
A little robin singing softly in the snow.
Why has he gone on this journey? What has made him travel into the city?
He went shopping in the city for Mrs Snowman's Christmas present.
Teaching Ideas
- The children could write a description of the snowman's journey.
- Write a dialogue between the two snow people.
- Ask the children to write a narrative based on the snow people moving - they could describe the moment when the moon came out and everywhere went dark. Slowly the snow people come alive, perhaps just a wink or the wiggle of a carrot nose etc.
- Make a list of presents that the two snow people may like and say why.
Some examples of personification created by Year 6 Children at St Clare's RC School in Blackley, Manchester
The microscopic robin dancing on the colossal tree.
The whistle of the wind calling for me.
The twittering robins singing with joy.
The thought of my true love opening her present made my face light up.
The beautiful cars swished like reindeers.
To cold air skimmed across the delicate snow.
My blood bubbled with love.
The never ending blanket of snow covered the land as far as the eye could see, as if it was hiding something.
I tasted the songs running into my mouth.
The wind blowing in my ear, not bothering to go.
As the night grew darker the wind started to roar.
The wind was whistling, calling my name.
Sparkling lights prancing around me.
Snowstorms flushing through me.
Little snowflakes dropping from big, white clouds dancing on my tongue.
The two lampposts danced together like a couple on their wedding day.
A little robin singing softly in the snow.
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