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Welcome to the Tagging Garston website. This website will show all of the activity for this project produced at Gilmour Infant School. In January and February 2015 the school will host a series of workshops where professional writers will come and work with pupils to produce creative writing about the heritage of Garston.

We would like to hear your stories too. If you know of a good story from any friends or family then please email the project gilmourgarston@gmail.com and we will add it to the website. These stories will be used as inspiration for the workshops. Please also sign up your email for updates at the bottom right of this website.

Gilmour Infant School was successful in gaining funding from the Clore Poetry and Literature Awards. Out of 139 applications only 13 were successful in gaining funding. The aim of the fund is to encourage children to experience poetry and literature in exciting ways.

Children perform!!

Today the children performed their poems in front of all the other children in assembly.

Check them out below!

Writers often use their locality in exciting ways. Check out these stories (more to follow):

The Cautionary Tale of the Childe of Hale by Rachel Lyon

Penny Lane by The Beatles

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he’s had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It’s a clean machine

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she’s in a play
She is anyway

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange

Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane

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