Water wipes : High Frequency words for a son aged 7 (101-110)

WATER wipes

AWAY dirt for

GOOD. We

WANT the waves to engulf and wash

OVER us, removing blackened blood.

HOW

DID that

MAN

GOING

WHERE we were not, know what we were up to.

Words 101-110

This is the start of the next 200 frequency words (300 in total) for a son aged 7. They will be written in the order that they have been given.

High Frequency Words for a son aged 7 (5,6,7,8,9 and 10)

They are getting harder and less enjoyable. These poetical lists contain no personality - so it is hard to find things to write.
I have finally finished the 10 lists containing the current 100 high frequency words in the order they were given.
Below are words 41-100.
Let's hope that Sept 2012 brings me spelling lists written by a teacher human.
I'm dreading the next 200 words- but have made myself a promise.


NOT whirly
THEN swirly
WERE we to
GO a
LITTLE way,
AS a
NO from your
MUM could let
ONE of
THEM twirly ones stray.


DO put
ME
DOWN for a fiver said
DAD. It’ll be a
BIG total
WHEN
IT'S all added up. Lets
SEE how many people
LOOKED up
YOUR steeple for charity.


‘LOOK at this enormous one!!’
DON'T hurt him or he’ll
COME and haunt you and
WILL delve
INTO the
BACK of your mind and see
FROM where the spooky
CHILDREN play. Instead- Lock
HIM carefully in a jar - the
MR Daddy Longlegs.


GET Down!!
JUST get down
NOW. She
CAME over all hurt with eyes wide that said
‘OH’ It was
ABOUT time she
GOT
THEIR master/dog role sorted
‘PEOPLE hey!!??’
‘YOUR turn to be the dog!!’


PUT away that cake immediately. It
COULD have been made in a
HOUSE that is rickety and
OLD without a five star hygiene rating.
TOO careless with mess to care less
BY far. Best to take each
DAY as it was
MADE and try make extra
TIME by getting more certificates.
I’M a black belt in food safety!!


IF you cycle over now I can
HELP you become a
MRS. I
CALLED the agency
HERE and they’ve still their wedding on/ not
OFF range. All eagerly waiting to be
ASKED. I
SAW a potential one just for you -who said
‘MAKE me
AN offer’

High frequency words for a son aged 7 (Parts 1,2,3 and 4)

Spellings have changed. The world has changed. It has taken me well over a month to come to terms with this. Instead of 10 pritted stick spellings created by a human presented in a slim orange lined notebook, my son has been given 100 high frequency words to learn on a piece of faded A4 paper from a printer craving ink. After these 100 words are learnt, there will be the next 200 words in order of frequency. Computer generated spellings taken from a magic secret book with subliminal messages which I shall try to channel in the form of spelling poems so you don’t have to. I will trouble myself with this task. These words are also common!
I will also make him learn each poem in the correct order to ensure that all spellings and order will be highly tidy. I have made a start with the first 40 ordered words today and have written 4 thingamajigs. I have a very large headache now and will be taking what I can get x 2. The frequency words come with no instructions, other than my son must learn them. But when will he be tested on his newly acquired frequency knowledge? That is currently not clear and I turn my left hand the wrong way to my brow in despair. I expect him to receive 300 out of 300 and be tested by the computer generator that has generated this generous genius for this generation.
(reading what I have written above ‘I’ is clearly the highest frequency word)


The Bee that Booed


The bee said boo
and I did too. It was
a bumble one and
to me it
said
“in case of fire, always use a smoke alarm.”
He was an informative Bee and flitted off unharmed
I told him I’d already thought
of
it and that yes we couldn’t stand wasps either!


Beach Pebbles

Was the murderer
you?
They accused and paraded him
on the beach in pebbles.
She sells sea shells on the sea shore.
Is this the case?
For if you confess in a quickened haste
at the very time the tide goes inward- where
his buried body shares dirt? We can all break for an ice-cream
‘But it wasn’t me!!’ it isn’t fair (thinking only of a jolly lolly under an umbrolley)


That there how

That there how
with
all that there
we
can do.
Are we fed
up with this situation? I once
had her in
my grasp which was incidentally hers too.
Her wonderful gaspy raspy clasp


Number 4

What is out
there?
Out of
this window. To
have lost when he
went, is to
be withered and bent.
like
some yellow daffodils decaying rather
soOriginally posted on the May 23rd 2012

Polly Robinson journalread.wordpress.com

Submitted on 2012/05/27 at 3:00 pm I bet your son enjoys these poems from you that must help him so much with his ‘high frequency words’ – it’s all new to me, as, it seems, it is to you. Really interesting post, Catherine. I love the informative Bee.

Fetch : Spellings for a son aged 6 (Part 17)

The Dream was always of a bigger

picture on the wall, showing the 

adventure of a

creature with a miserable

future. This suited his compliant

nature and we could often find and

catch him without a

stitch on, scrambling around the 

kitchen begging for scraps of cake

mixture.

‘Fetch!!’
we taunted

until 

he

woke 

up.

 

These could potentially be the last spellings for a boy aged 6. We will see.

Originally posted 18th April 2012

Lamb on a Limb : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 16)

Like a

lamb on a

limb, he had acted real dim. No need to put a fine tooth

comb through the flat. My eyes started to

climb his remains. There was the telling fag ash

crumb on his chops - no use acting

dumb Mr Corpse! The

thumb is on the other foot now and it’s clearly beyond

numb. He was the
plumber turned

bomber and now was gonna, smoking as he’d turned on the tap.

She Knows : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 15)

Please step away from this filth!!
Close this computer down, as these spellings are starting to

tease with frank

ease and mega portion of triple love

cheese. Take a

pause

because otherwise blindness will strike. I will make a diverting

noise like a cat when this unfortunately does happen and thus

browse your

blouse without permission.

I think she knows!!


Response from Richard Austen

Please don't
close the door on me when I
tease your brother about the
ease with which he sells
cheese to the ladies. Instead,
pause
because the
noise he makes when he remonstrates gives me time to
browse the contents of your
blouse.
She must know

Knee Socks : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 14)

The
gnat was a woman and so was the

gnome. They did sit and

knit

knee socks together as women seldom often never do. Suddenly there was a

knock at the door. They

knew who it would be and tutted tremendously, climbed a ladder, reluctantly opened the door and held a knitted

knife at the needy

knight’s throat: pointing out once again the
sign that clearly dearly states ‘No damsels in distress here!!' The

design is quite quite brilliant. So Neville the Needy Knight went off to do his night job, under a smattering of disturbing night clouds.

I've been unsettled for a few days now. There is something strange in the air. If anyone could put their finger on it, I'd be very pleased to know what it is and where it is. In the meantime I will keep searching in the local area.

Originally Posted in March 2012

But my Boldness is winning!! At least it thought it wo-oz until I came to this comment section and started comm-en-ting. Doo Dooo Do Do Dooooooo Do Doo Do Doooo.
Richard Austen	Poetry's not a competition
	He spat the gnat onto the home of the gnome. The knit of his kit made his knees freeze. They began to knock, just above the sock. But then he knew that Death was turning the screw when the knife took his life, wielded by the gnome king’s knight with great might. It was a sign of his master’s design and displeasure at having chewed insects gobbed into his humble abode

The Family Competitive Attempt : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 13 a,b,c and d)

Wind up your Willows (by me aged 37 and 11/12ths)

I’ve been secretly digging for golden

fudge under the

hedge near Judge

Bridge. Don’t tell the

podgy man with tea-cozy shaped

badger on his head, or he’ll

lodge a complaint with those with the sugary Know-

ledge. Always best to keep a wink and your one

nudge to yourself, only giving up the Pick and Mix

Badge of Superiority when the

Dodge Ball of Justice comes to point its telling finger.

.

Badger Birthday (by a daughter aged 10 and one sixth)

I’ve hidden some birthday

fudge in the

hedge by the

bridge, so the

podgy

badger won’t find out what he’s got. I’ve

lodged it behind the

ledge, where I

nudged it in. Now I need to find a

badge to give to him, which I’ve been trying to

dodge getting.

.

I found some fudge (by a son aged 6 and three quarters)

I found some

fudge near the

hedge by the

bridge next to the

podgy

badger in his

lodge by his

ledge which I

nudged a

badge which I didn’t

dodge getting.

.

Sweet Dreams (by a husband aged 38 and a third)

I like to gamble for

fudge. I

hedge my bets on the game of

bridge but I watch the

podgy

badger

lodge his stake with the bookie on the

ledge. One

nudge of the fruit machine earns me my lucky

badge. But I

dodge fortune in my remaining confectionery wagers.

.

NB Spellings will always be written in the order that they have been given.

originally posted on the 18th April 2012

Waiting for Andrew : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 12)

We
blew on it and all gave it a
chew. It

grew a little in the heat and we

drew lots to see who would win the golden
screw. We was an handsome

crew who enjoyed a superstitious

brew. All we does is wait and wait and wait for the crow that

flew at a wonk. We spies him, captures him, twonks him and we all

threw

Andrew overboard at the same time.
(Andrew is a fitting name for a crow and we is a small crew!)

You must read this like a pirate,
all boldy h's must not be pronounced. Do it again if you forgot the first time. Arrrrhh

PS Andrew is not harmed really. It's pretend twonking. And he just flies around wonkily some more. That he do that he do that he do he do that he do that he do that he do he do that he do that he do........

PPS I couldn't find a picture of Andrew.
This is Barry, the out of focus horse


Originally posted on the 7th April 2012

Be my Valentine : Spellings for a daughter aged 10

You’re really quite something. Your cunning

technique has

exhausted me, left me weak, particularly the

levitating bit. It’s hard to

believe you did it, git!! But I

checked with bloke down the pub who confirmed it actually

happened. Anyway a bet’s a bet. We will all wear that specially made

jewellery on the 14^th

February- The one that says ‘I love swelling and

fattening hearts, then piercing them till they deflate and smart-
                                                                                Be my Valentine!!’

I'm too scared to play chess.

Cute Cats on the Internet : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 11)

This one plays a lovely

Tune. This one is balancing on a Rubik-

Cube. This one is peeking out from a discarded
tube........ ARGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! IT'S NO

USE!! You can not fight a

cute cat called
Duke who is very fluffy and

huge. You know in your deepest of heartless hearts -  that they indeed do
Rule the world and are sent from outer space on a mission to paw & lick ones brain to

amuse it for hours, forcing you into their kitty submission on your

computer. (Although I Haven't worked out why yet-that is why their plan is so wonderfully brilliant)
AWWW!!! SWEEET!! Go on- Accept it!!  You know you can’t help it. YES YOU!!!

This is Gus - he was my beautiful ginger Tom. I never painted him very cutely- only usual evil style.
I thought it about time he made it on the the interweb.

Catherine Crosswell	Submitted on 2012/02/10 at 5:37 pm Cheers!! Gus was a proper cat. He was also mine- born on my birthday. Once, when he got a snail shell stuck in his paw- he then went out on the tiles and marched up and down them until we noticed the tapping and good begin rescue. (There was no hope for the snail) We were always at his command.
hollyannegetspoetic hollyannegetspoetic.wordpress.com/	Submitted on 2012/02/10 at 5:00 pm Totally agree – looks like Gus was a wonderfully characterful fellow. Also, continuing to enjoy the spelling poems (6 year old is about my level it seems… )
mermaidsdrown blogger.com/profile/14018055828491246976	Submitted on 2012/02/10 at 10:08 am I adore that cat picture, it is so completely the expression only a cat could pull! x

Twice Woken : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 10)

 

A stick and 

stone will break one
bone at the bitter ice-
pole I do call your

home. I

woke with a scream amongst

those who did dream the same reoccurring dream as me. We

woke collectively, whimpering, remembering the
note on the answer-
phone…….......You will always be

alone!

 

These spellings have a repeated word!! Teacher said 'Well Spotted- You have passed my paying attention test' Teacher does not realize how it makes things very confusing for me!!!

Originally posted on 6th February 2012

Bowl : Spellings for a boy aged 6 (part 9)

 

 

I closed my eyes, got on my knees and emitted a

LOW growl to

GROW in the

SNOW. The result was pure light, it grew and did

GLOW. I shaped the dancing ripples and fashioned them into a

BOWL. I did

TOW and tango with it down the path so

SLOW. I wanted to

SHOW it off to my master,  but was stopped mid flow. On his

WINDOW was a secret message – Gone

ROWING!
back to-mor-row.

Grammar for grown ups arrived in the post yesterday I think its meant to be for me

I have Too many I's. I took them out but I put them back in.

Originally posted 26th January 2012

Pine Bath : Spellings for a son aged 6 (Part 8)

 

Like the 

time we bathed in 

pine- Remember?? We were 

ripe in the sun's hard

shine, after we had slid down THAT  

slide. You were my 

prize.

Nice would be an understatement. Such a shame you never did

decide. My mother always said you were too 

polite.

A sneaky blog post is a sneaky blog post

originally posted on January 18th 2012

Double Pie Lie : Spellings for a son aged 6 (Parts 7a and 7b)

He gave me his

PIE to

LIE with, wrapped around his stripy

TIE. I

CRIED as I

TRIED to get comfy. He

SPIED my awkwardness and asked would I prefer it
FRIED? I

REPLIED, that when the deep fat is
APPLIED, the pie would feel like a soft pillow and would no longer be

DENIED.

Pie Lie

The great grand
PIE
LIE competition was a

TIE. I

CRIED with joy and

SPIED the
FRIED pie lie I was tied with.  My competitor

REPLIED with his own crocodile tears he’d

APPLIED earlier. Man he was good!! He certainly couldn’t be

DENIED- the joint Pie Lie prize
(which may or may not have been a pie).

Tis Friday 13th . I saw my daily magpie, remembered my daily sorrow,
saluted my daily magpie and continued with the daily wallow.

originally posted on 13th January 2012

Valley of the Monkey: Spellings for a boy aged 6 (part 6)

I don't want the

key to your

donkey that can be found in the

Valley of the
Monkey. Get down from your 

chimney. Grab your
trolley

pulley, with a purse full of 

money. Become my
honey for the long long 

journey.

A quick refresh-
Spellings will always be written in the listy order that they are given

originally posted on 5th January 2012

Yield : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 5)

 

 

Forsooth, the

CHIEF was
BRIEF as we hid in the

FIELD behind the sacred

SHIELD. The

PRIEST did press us not to

YIELD or

SHRIEK if a
THIEF came over trying to steal the very

RELIEF of our

BELIEF.

 I still managed to spell 4 of these incorrectly and I am more than six. They look wrong.

originally posted Nov 29th 2011

Drop It : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 4)

HAPPY are we when it is

SUNNY with

MUMMY and

DADDY being the

ONLY ones acting up all
FUNNY. 

SADLY we grow and the

PENNY drops

HEAVY and sinks

QUICKLY into lifes piggybank levy.

This one was hard to do. The happy ending didn't materialize.


Originally posted Nov 25th 2011

Approx : Spellings for a daughter aged 9 (part 3)

 

 

ACTUALLY - yes

APPROXIMATELY- no

CAREFULLY- hmmm
EXTREMELY- to go

FREQUENTLY- often

GENERALLY it is said 

'GINGERLY we walk upright with clouds close to our heads'

GRADUALLY- always

IMPORTANTLY - in love

PARTICULARLY round a

PERFECTLY fitted kind of glove

PHYSICALLY - it's great!!

SMOOTHLY done but never

THOROUGHLY. And that concludes the welcome employee survey of discovery.

12/14

approxamately and particularly spelt in this way (because that's how the teacher pronounced them!!)

originally posted Nov 21st 2011

My EX : Spellings for a daughter aged 9 (Part 2)

 

 

So very

EXCITED!! That is really

EXCELLENT news !!

(EXCEPT for the

EXCESSIVE views that caused the

EXCITEMENT in the first place!!) I will
EXCLAIM to be your

EXCLUSIVE

EXCUSE.
EXCAVATE me now to
EXCEED!!

Will she won't she will she won't she will she



Originally posted on 18th Nov 2011

The Queue : Spellings for a 9 year old daughter

ACCURATELY, I can tell you I felt somewhat

DEJECTED at the length of the

QUEUE. With this

CANTANKEROUS being in front of me, with an outrageous, yet

ECSTATIC point of view. He was

INSOLENT, whilst

NOSTALGIC about how things used to be. My

INTROVERTED self pretended not to be

INTRIGUED at this man who

NURTURED money and gleefully gloated on his greed.

Next Please!



Originally posted on Nov 17th 2011

These Days : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 3)

THESE days,
PETE pops over for tea in the
EVE with
STEVE
EVEN when the
THEME is not entirely
COMPLETE. A missing
GENE of some
EXTREME would nicely finish off this
SCENE.

My new addiction!! Luckily, they only get handed out every Wednesday!! I’m now expecting a Pete and a Steve to start featuring rather heavily in my sons school life.
Didn’t we Pete?

Originally Posted on Nov 17th 2011

Sea Seat : Spellings for a son aged 6 (part 2)

On the
SEA
SEAT. The
BEAD of sweat can be
READ like
MEAT. A
TREAT in a
HEAP – at
LEAST it is always
STEAMY.

REPEAT


Originally posted on the 16th November 2011

Almost Included a Cake (Spellings for a son aged 6)

-It  

came and 

made what it needed to 

make. 

Take 

care with the 

game, as during the 

race they set free the 

snake to 

amaze everyone. This is when you must 

escape.

Originally Posted on November 6th 2011

The Blog of Spellings : The Two Blogs : Return of the Blog

Spelling Lists have returned to this Blog.

I've missed the dwelling of the spellings
and the continuation of the list
so I'm putting them right back
With a happy waving of a fist.

I've always enjoyed writing lists and lining up words. Now it seems that lists have another purpose. 
A gift to lift.


Spelling Poems will always be written in the way the spellings are given.
Please do contribute, comment, write your own, send spellings. So far I've had 3 contributors.
I've used Spellings for a 6, 7 and 10 year old. The seven year old poems have frustrated me as the spellings have been computer generated to comply with end of key stage 1 SATS. Hopefully the impersonal change does comes across, I've struggled with these but have forced myself to do them. Hopefully the new school year will be more human.

I'm fascinated how words given, trigger other words -a bit like the game word association. I'm also curious whether mood plays a big part in the outcome.
Mustn't pause, mustn't hesitate.