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Choose a task Choose a task based on the poem. Activity A Activity C Activity E Activity F Activity D Activity B Glossary Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp –<br>
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My father shod horses in the sun
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. From whose point of view is the poem written? What impression is created of the speaker? Activity A Menu About how old do you think the boy is at the time? What is your evidence? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp –<br>
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. From whose point of view is the poem written? What impression is created of the speaker? Activity A Menu About how old do you think the boy is at the time? What is your evidence? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp –<br>
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My father shod horses in the sun
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. How is the father presented in the poem? Justify your answer by close reference to the text. Activity B Menu What are his skills, his likes and dislikes? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – What are his reasons for disliking the ‘big horses’?<br>
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. How is the father presented in the poem? Justify your answer by close reference to the text. Activity B Menu What are his skills, his likes and dislikes? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – What are his reasons for disliking the ‘big horses’?<br>
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My father shod horses in the sun
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. Select a specific aspect of the description of the kingfisher which you think is powerful. Explain why you think the choice of words and/or imagery is effective. Activity C Menu If others suggest different parts of the text, explain why you have chosen your selection in preference to theirs. Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp –<br>
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. Select a specific aspect of the description of the kingfisher which you think is powerful. Explain why you think the choice of words and/or imagery is effective. Activity C Menu If others suggest different parts of the text, explain why you have chosen your selection in preference to theirs. Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp –<br>
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My father shod horses in the sun
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. How does the poet present the ‘big horses’ and the people who usually look after them? Activity D Menu What does ‘shone to a tantrum’ suggest? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – What does ‘anything but work’ suggest? Do you sympathise more with the father shoeing the horses or the usual handlers of these animals? Why?<br>
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. How does the poet present the ‘big horses’ and the people who usually look after them? Activity D Menu What does ‘shone to a tantrum’ suggest? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – What does ‘anything but work’ suggest? Do you sympathise more with the father shoeing the horses or the usual handlers of these animals? Why?<br>
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My father shod horses in the sun
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. Do you think this poem is mainly about the son, the father, their relationship, or something else? Activity E Menu Justify your choice by close reference to the text. Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp –<br>
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. Do you think this poem is mainly about the son, the father, their relationship, or something else? Activity E Menu Justify your choice by close reference to the text. Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp –<br>
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My father shod horses in the sun
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. What made it a ‘golden time’ for the boy? Activity F Menu What does the adjective ‘golden’ suggest? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – What senses are used to describe the events in the poem? Which description do you find most evocative in creating a sense of the ‘golden time’?<br>
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. What made it a ‘golden time’ for the boy? Activity F Menu What does the adjective ‘golden’ suggest? Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – What senses are used to describe the events in the poem? Which description do you find most evocative in creating a sense of the ‘golden time’?<br>
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My father shod horses in the sun
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. Menu Glossary Walnut Tree Forge fitted shoes on brightly-coloured bird living by water and skilful at diving for fish Click on the highlighted words to show their meaning the largest kind of horse, used for pulling loads rear part of animal people leading the shire horses Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – outburst of temper feather or rosette or ribbon shiny brightness/superficial attractiveness spoilt, over-indulged<br>
while I threw old shoes at an iron pin.
From the bank of the canal I saw
a kingfisher dive like a blue-green streak
clean through the water and out again
with lunch in its beak, then glide
to its fish-boned hole in the bank.
My father would look up from his work
and lean against the door to rest
from the bending, the weight on his back
of a shire, big and restless in the heat,
that tested all his muscles and skill.
He would wipe his brow with a rag.
‘Did you see a kingfisher, then?’ I nodded.
He never welcomed the big horses
made for show, all rump and heavy
with the spoilt pride of their runners,
shone to a tantrum and cockade gloss
for anything but work. These gave him
a rough hour of shifting and fret,
too pampered by the hands of others.
It was labour to him, one more task
for a pound, the ponies coming in a string
on a good day. To me it was freedom
from arithmetic, as golden time used up
so easily. There were just the two of us,
the ring of the shoes hitting the pin,
and a kingfisher, and a shire, in the long-ago sun. Menu Glossary Walnut Tree Forge fitted shoes on brightly-coloured bird living by water and skilful at diving for fish Click on the highlighted words to show their meaning the largest kind of horse, used for pulling loads rear part of animal people leading the shire horses Walnut Tree Forge – by John Tripp – outburst of temper feather or rosette or ribbon shiny brightness/superficial attractiveness spoilt, over-indulged<br>