фестиваль поэзии
методическая разработка по теме

Министерство Образования и Науки Российской Федерации

Министерство Образования Московской Области

Комитет по Образованию в городе Ивантеевка

МОУ “Средняя общеобразовательная школа № 5”

Внеклассное мероприятие

по английскому языку

в рамках недели

иностранных языков

в начальной школе

Поэтический фестиваль –

“In the world of poetry”

(“В мире поэзии”)

                                                                           Ответственные за проведение:

     Ткачёва Мария Викторовна

 Ярмущик Надежда Александровна

Задачи:

- развитие познавательных интересов

- тренировка произносительных и интонационных навыков и умений

- развитие умения восприятия речи на слух (аудирование)

- развитие творческого потенциала

- организация полезного отдыха

Форма проведения: фестиваль поэзии – конкурс чтецов.

Оборудование:

карточки для жюри, техническое оборудование, детский альманах стихов “We Like to Rhyme”.

Участники:

Чтецы-представители от классов, члены жюри, учителя английского языка.

Место проведения:

Кабинет № 301

                                                 Ход мероприятия:

Девиз: We can read, we can write.

         We can speak and recite. 

Каждая параллель выбрала свою поэтическую тему: 3 класс – “ Pets, Birds, Animals ”;                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                            4класс- “Seasons and Weather”,

                                                                                                           “School and Friends”.    

Good morning, boys and girls!

Good morning now.

Wake body, wake mind!

Work, play, seek, find!

Eat breakfast, dinner too,

Wash, brush, sing, dance and do!  

Today we shall recite English poems and find out who can do it well.  So it`s time to start. Try to recite the poems artistically and in natural manne. We will clap our hands after each poem. I hope you will enjoy our English poetic festival.

4 Классы:

Walking in the Fog by Margaret Hillet

(4в: Иванушкина Кристина и Белов Никита)

Out in the fog, out in the fog

All grey and misty white,

I hear some muffled scraps of sound,

But no one is in sight.

Only a voice, only a step,

I strain my eyes to see.

Then suddenly, suddenly from the fog

My friend steps out at me.

My friend by Vereshchagina

(4г: Худжаев Рустам)

I`ve got a friend, we like to play

We play together every day

He always helps me when I`m in need

For he`s my friends, good friend indeed.

Friends

(4а: Малахов Максим и Мишра Толя)

I am a friend of him

And we are like two brothers

We are friendly and close

And talk and talk to each other

Every morning we do

To our with pleasure

And after lessons we walk and talk

Especially when it`s the weather

When we came

(4б: Иванова Оля и Каторова Маша)

When we came to school today

There was snow on the roof

Snow on the boxes

Snow on the blocks

Snow on the boards

Snow on the stairs

There was snow around us

But nobody cared

Child`s wish

(4б: Колундина Ксения)

I want to live and not to die!

I want to laugh and not to cry!

I want to feel the summer sun,

I want to sing, when life is fun.

I want to fly into the blue,

I want to swim as fish it do

I want to stretch out friendly hands

To all the young of other lands.

Who has seen the wind?

(4б: Сулейманова Вика)

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling

The wind is passing through

Who has see the wind?

Neither you nor I

But when the leaves bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

Seasons

(4г: Балагура Давид)

In winter it`s cold and snowy

In summer it`s sunny and fine,

In autumn it`s cloudy and rainy,

In spring I can jump up into the sky.

This is my Rock

(4в: Смирнов Никита)

This is my rock and here I run

To steal the secret of the sun

This is my rock and here I come

Before the night has swept the sky

This is my rock, this is the place

I meet the evening face to face.

Объявление и поздравление победителей конкурса чтецов…

3 Классы:

Joe by David McCord

We feed the birds in winter,

And outside in the snow

We have a tray of many seeds

For many birds of many breeds

And one grey squirrel named Joe

But Joe comes early, Joe comes late,

And all the birds must stand and wait.

And waiting there for Joe to go

Is pretty cold work in the snow.

Mice by Rose Fyleman

I think mice are rather nice.

Their tails are long. Their faces are small.

 They haven't any chins at all.

 Their ears are pink. Their teeth are white.

 They run about the house at night.

 They nibble things that shouldn't touch

And no one seems to like them much.

But I think mice are rather nice.

The Meeting -- Rachel Field

As I went home on the old wood road,
With my basket and lesson book,
A deer came out of the tall tress
And down to drink at the brook.

Twilight was all about us,
Twilight and tree on tree;
I looked straight into its great, strange eyes
And the deer looked back at me.

In Far – of days

In Far – of days when roads were stony,

Man traveled round on a small pony.

But  it was too slow and so, of course,

One day he learned to use a horse.

My dog Jack

I have a dog,

His name is Jack,

His coat is white

With spots of black.

I take him out

Every day,

Such fun we have,

We run and play.

Such clever tricks

My dog can do,

I love my dog,

He loves me, too

Bears, children

It was very hot in summer.

Bears didn`t like the weather.

He decided to go swimming

With brother Jim together.

So they left the town zoo.

The cows saw them, said, “Look here!

Would you like to swim so near?”

Then continued: “Oh! Hurray!

To swim with bears? It is great!”

Can you hop like a rabbit?

Can you hop jump like a frog?

Can you walk like a duck?

Can you run like a dog?

Can you fly like a bird?

Can you swim like a fish?

And be still like a good child,

As still, as you wish?

Three little monkeys

Three little monkeys

Jumping on the bed,

One fell off and bumped his head.

Mama called the doctor

And the doctor said,

“No more little monkeys

Jumping on that bed.”

Little Jack Sprat.

Once had a pig,

It was not very little,

Not yet very big.

It was not very lean,

It was not very fat –

It`s a good pig to grunt

Said little Jack Sprat.