Home comforts!
P.123-125
Did you know?
1.The community of people with Chinese origins living in San Francisco is called
2. Little Italy is in San Francisco.
2. Little Italy is in San Francisco.
From Brick Lane to Brixton
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| Would you miss… ? | My classmate’s answers |
| baguette 🍞 | |
| frogs’ legs 🐸 | |
| french rap music 🎵 | |
| your friends 👨👧👦 | |
Colourful London
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Colourful London
| Lawrence | Amir |
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Longing for home
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Jamaica, My Home Country
My heart is missing something so dear to me
The warmth of Jamaica, my home country
I missed the way the sand felt beneath my feet
And the beautiful smiles of the people that we meet
I missed the wind blowing gently against my cheeks
And missed the echoes of our voices as we speak
I missed the taste of sugar cane in the morning
I missed the glorious sunlight of a new day dawning
I missed the crowing of the cocks before the day lights
And the sounds of crickets chirping through the nights
I missed the constant swaying of the trees
As they danced to the cool, tantalising breeze
I missed the pleasant sound of the seashells next to my ear
I missed the sound of mom’s voice, saying have no fear
I missed the smell of the fresh sea air
And those pleasant, but noisy atmospheres
I missed the way the sellers expertly balanced their loads
As they walk to the markets on those dusty roads
I missed the sounds of tiny feet
As the kids play their games on those dusty streets
I missed the way my feet felt on the ground
Without there being any snow around
These are things I hope to again feel and see
When I’m back in Jamaica, my home country
I missed the way the sand felt beneath my feet
And the beautiful smiles of the people that we meet
I missed the wind blowing gently against my cheeks
And missed the echoes of our voices as we speak
I missed the taste of sugar cane in the morning
I missed the glorious sunlight of a new day dawning
I missed the crowing of the cocks before the day lights
And the sounds of crickets chirping through the nights
I missed the constant swaying of the trees
As they danced to the cool, tantalising breeze
I missed the pleasant sound of the seashells next to my ear
I missed the sound of mom’s voice, saying have no fear
I missed the smell of the fresh sea air
And those pleasant, but noisy atmospheres
I missed the way the sellers expertly balanced their loads
As they walk to the markets on those dusty roads
I missed the sounds of tiny feet
As the kids play their games on those dusty streets
I missed the way my feet felt on the ground
Without there being any snow around
These are things I hope to again feel and see
When I’m back in Jamaica, my home country
Earl Thompson, 2007.
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| The sights | The smells | The sounds | The feelings |
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| /fiːt/ | |
| /ˈmiːnɪŋ/ | |
| /mi/ | |
| /graʊnd/ | |
| /ɪə/ | |
| /tʃːzɪk/ |
Phonology
Listen
Listen
Listen: I’m awake at dawn.
Réfléchis : Prononce draw, away, aware, saw.
Repeat
Répète : I’m aware that this poem is awesome.
Grammar
Subordinate clauses
Réfléchis : Repère le connecteur. Distingue la première proposition de la deuxième.
Conclus : La proposition est dépendante de la . Although exprime une .
Mission 2
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