Tuesday, 8 May 2012

My Mom and Dads Favourite Poems

My Mom's Favourite Poem:


The Owl and the Pussycat
By Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! Too long we have tarried,
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Trees grow,
And there in a wood, a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling,
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away and were married next day,
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon,
And hand-in-hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

My Dad's Favourite Poem

The Charge of the Light Brigade
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
 
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge of the guns" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
 
 
 
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had bought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made?
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!


Dear Poetry Readers,
I like poems that rhyme and my favourite is "The Owl and the Pussycat" by Edward Lear.
I’ve liked it ever since I was a young girl, because it’s romantic and I enjoy the silliness of it. Now that I’m older, it reminds me of when my husband and I were dating and we’d go canoeing for hours; although he brought along his harmonica instead of a guitar! By the way, as I write this I realize another interesting coincidence; although we didn’t dance on the sand, the last-dance song at our wedding was "Harvest Moon"!
I also find it interesting that the couple is an "interracial pair", a bird and a cat, which shows that love does not discriminate, even back in 1857 when this poem was written.
Theresa Oad
 
Dear Poetry Readers,
One of my favourite poems is "The Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
This poem always makes me think of the bravery and sacrifice, without question of cost or thought for self, only for the better of what it would accomplish, for the Company who went forward to fight the battle before them and attain what had to be done.
Christopher Oad
(1854)
(1871)

Michael Harris (my dad's poem)

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
My dad (David Harris) chose this poem because it was one of the first poems he learned as a kid and it reminds him of the pathway at the family cottage during winter. He has been going to that cottage since he was three years old.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Just One

One song can spark a moment
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest
One bird can herald spring

One smile begins a friendship
One hand clasp lifts a soul
One star can guide a ship at sea
One word can frame the goal

One vote can change a nation
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom

One step; must start a journey
One word must start a prayer
One hope will raise our spirits
One touch can show you care

One voice can speak with wisdom
One heart can know what's true
One life can make a difference
You see it's up to You!

May 7th, 2012
From your grandparents with Love
You are so special to us (for Luke)

Bianca's Poem

Let me know if you like it.

Adam LaPorta - School Day Afternoon

I'm at the front of the school,
waiting for the bus,
as it finally arrives,
we're all in a fuss,
to get a back seat,
now we're at the first stop,
when we get to mine,
I'm off in a hop,
my friends have all gone,
because the bus came late,
I walk to my house,
and go in through the gate,
drum for an hour,
and then take a shower.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Favourite Poem: Mark Brown

Who Has Seen the Wind?  By   W.O. Mitchell

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.


I enjoy this poem because it provides an excellent mental picture of the power of the wind in our lives.  The wind is a force that can only be seen in the way it affects other things.  This poem describes these affects brilliantly and succinctly.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

school day afternoon -Gabriel

the bell has rung as loud as it rings,

so now it's time to pack up my things,

I run outside in much excitement,

the end of a day full of enlightenment,

I go on the bus the driver gets lost,

if time were cheap it would be a huge cost,

I get off at my stop and forget my jacket,

I get home and hear a big racket,

my brother Is playing the PS3,

I pick up my book and have some time to me.

-Gabriel

Luke's Ducky Poem

duck
duck
duck
DUCKS

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Mitchell Brown School Day Afternoon

Mitchell Brown School Day Afternoon

As I walk home from school today,
sometimes I wish I could stay away,
and live in the forest to serve myself,
if only- what about elves,
of course how would Santa find me,
no chimney to find and deliver,
and I swear every time I touch a tree I’m sure to get an splinter,
I could befriend some wolves,
and make a lot of friends,
I’d be with them all day and night until the very end,
but what if they’re to eat me,
so surely I’d be dead,
so now I have decided,
to live my life instead,
as I walk into my house,
Windsor starts to yip,
I head down to the basement,
and I begin to do a flip,
my sister comes downstairs,
and she begins to skip,
she skips around me chanting,
"Oh, I want to play too,"
I tell her "Go away now,
these games are not for you."

Lindsay: A school Day Afternoon

I climb the stairs to get on the bus,
I take my seat one back from the front,
I hope we’ll get home without a fuss,
I think of homework and home,
And playing with my bird,
In her little cage dome,
I think of these things and want to do some,
I’m so flustered
As I dread of the long ride to come,
The bus starts with a roar,
I yawn and think,
This ride is going to be such a bore,
But then as usual the bus is so lively,
People talking so much,
And then comes on Riley,
We drive and we drive and then all of a sudden,
We are at my stop,
I run over to my mom’s car and she yells “HURRY DINNER’S IN THE OVEN!”
by Lindsay

Sam An Afternoon To remember

I head to the back
I will not lack
time to go home
ooh my car is chrome
we start to move
and get into groove
when we get to my house
my dog runs around like a mouse
I unpack my backpack to get my homework done
then after that I have a little fun.
Fun is over it is supper time
if I had a servant he would get a dime.
that was yummy I like some more
ok ok ok its time to do my chores.
now it's time for bed
and I'll rest my head
when I start to sleep
I flop like a pillow heap

Olivia Rodrigues: School Day Afternoon

I begin the end of the day by waiting with my friend. I’m happy the day has come to an end. We walk out to the front, we say goodbye and I sit down and wait. I see the van and stand up immediately. I grab my bag up from the ground and hop on the van. I get in, buckle up and we’re on our way. I get out my book and wait. The day was boring, not the best. I wanted to stay home, but didn’t get my way. It wasn’t my favourite school day. When the van parks I get out and take my bag.

I walk down to the change room and take off my shoes, as I begin to change, I recall the day. Not much happened. I don’t see why it was so bad. I check the time, late! I change quickly and run upstairs, join the line and walk into martial arts class. I go beside my sister and begin running on the spot. I normally tell her what happened in the day. I tell her a lot! We begin running across the room, doesn’t take me too long. I’m fast, you see. When I end up second I beam with glee. The day might not be entirely terrible, maybe so. It may get better after we finish, I do not know! I walk over to the other end of the room and the class begins. I greet my friend Alysha, we both grin. Self defense, I guess that’s fine. The day is getting better with time.
When we finish I get a ticket. A chance to win a TV! I probably have over 50. I write down my sisters and dump them in. The day is fine. I don’t see what was wrong! I hear my name, walk over to my dad. I hop in his car and finally go home.

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Poetic Devices Review


Create a list of Poetic Devices and examples on your own video.  You may work with a partner. Include graphics and sound.  Make sure you include all the devices from the video. You may add some new ones.

If

If - by Rudyard Kipling  Version 1 
If  - by Rudyard Kipling  Version 2

Listen to Dylan (version 1) read the poem If by Rudyard Kipling.  Then watch the second version of the poem.  Which version do you prefer and why?  What is the message of this poem?  Write and post your own inspirational poem.  Pick a presentation method (video, graphics & music.....).  The possibilities are endless.

Luc's school day afternoon

I woke up and got on the bus and talked to my freinds, the morning cycle never seems to end. When I get off and see my school I feel as if it is always in rule, how cruel. I get into the classroom and do a head-desk, for I just remembered the geometry test. I somehow make it through the luch recess rush,

untill I realize my lunch is pure mush.Now it is french, with its odds and ends, but soon I realize that our project needs some defence. At the end of the day I get on that bus, that darn bus that makes me( almost) cus. And so the cycle begins again, and I try to calm my brain from its
daily strain. And then I wake up and.................
   verytired                                                                                                                                    Tired

Monday, 30 April 2012

An Eyeball in My Garden; SPOOKY


Listen to the above poem. How does the poet set the mood of the poem - use examples from the poem. What visual and auditory effects does the poet use? Create your own poem using visual and auditory effects and post it.

Luke's School Day Afternoon

Luke's School Day Afternoon
I walk into the bus,
It’s late again ,
After 3 stops I get off.
But it Would be amazing,
If I could fly.
I wouldn’t need to take the late bus,
I’d just fly there.
But instead I’m stuck sitting,
sitting,
Then walking,
Walking.

Kyle's School Day Afternoon

                   
            Kyle’s School Day Afternoon
 
I jump on the bus and go to the rear,
I sit on a seat and the bus driver goes in gear.
I talk to my friends and I come to my stop,
I jump off with one great big hop.

I run to the schoolyard to see all my friends,
and I follow the path to the path end
.
I run to my friends and give them a "hello,"
and they smile back happily with a "yo."

I ask my friend if he wants to hang,
and he started talking but the school bell rang.
He talked to me after the bell,
and he said that he could in a big yell.

I went to his house and we played for hours,
we played Minecraft and made many gardens.
We created a town and we lived in it long,
until I had to go home so I said "so long."

Ingrid Schwecht: School Day Afternoon

The yellow school bus,
Rumbling and rolling along,
Screeches to a wild stop,
In front of our eager faces.
The clunking of our feet as we board the bus,
Is heard from all around us.
The doors close as we all smile,
Away from school we go fo a while!
What shall I do as I arrive home?
Shall I throw my dog a bone,
I am going to walk the streets,
with my friend and my dog so very petite.
I will roam this concrete jungle,
and constantly wonder
What I will do when I am 29 years old
Maybe I will one day absorb the breathtaking images of this world,
And keep them to share them with my kids,
Who will think of what they will do when they are big.
Maybe I will climb Mount Everest,
or soar above the Gobi Desert.
But right now I am just a child,
With an imagination which is rather wild,
I will read books of glory,
And keep on reading these wonderful stories.
I will eat a hearty meal,
and watch a movie
Right now I am just a kid,
with a pile of homework which is rather big.
But right now I am here, 
Right now on my bed I lie,
And wish one day I could touch the sky.

Bianca de Pagter: School Day Afternoon

I pack up my large school bag,
when I hear the bell ring,
I run as fast as my feet can take me,
and outside the building I see my younger sister,
who was waiting for me to get out.
We race each other down the small path beside the school,
we push each other to try and get the front seat of the car.
I got it as usual,
I tell about my day at school,
the math test, our new art activity, and the new student in my class,
I can see my home in the distance,
as we approach the drive way I grab my bag.
I jump out of the car and walk into my house,
I can see my neighbour from my bedroom window,
of course, he never notices me.
I hear my mother say "Get ready for dance!"
I grab my bag and get dressed in a pair of pink tights and a black leotard,
I put my wavy, brown hair into a tight bun.
I go downstairs, have dinner, then I’m off to dance class!
It was a long day at school, out in the cold,
leaning over my desk,
I think of my couch,
and how I will just plop my bag and coat down,
and leap right in to bed.
I will make a snack and watch television,
maybe my favourite show is on.
I think of what my friends will do,
when they get home as well,
maybe they will do the same,
I think of the hockey game last night,
and how my team won and...
SCREECH! "Everybody off the bus!"

Michael Bianchi- School Day Afternoon

Michael Bianchi: School Day Afternoon
 
I arrive at the front of the school,
Our bus is late as always,
When we see the bus pull up to us we all exclaim "finally,"
The teachers say "Don’t run or push,"
and we make our way onto the bus,
I take my seat and put my bag beside me,
As I begin to feel tired I remember the first day of school,
The first day of school what a dreadful day the day I fell asleep on the bus,
I doesn’t seem bad but I didn’t awake and missed my stop completely,
I keep myself awake and look out the window,
Before I know we leave st. Johns and we’re on our way to my stop,
I see City Hall and then my old home,
And then the bus is on Cumberland,
It pulls into the driveway and I grab all my things,
I get off the bus and start to walk,
I usually take the shortest way,
I reach my house and unlock the door,
Now I’m back from a long day of work,
I decide to go take a rest.

Michael Harris: School Day Afternoon

MICHAEL HARRIS: School Day Afternoon

I run to jump on the bus,
the bus starts up and we’re in a rush,
the bus comes to a stop,
as soon as I can I jump off with a hop,
I scurry home like a mouse,
I’m in a hurry to get to my house,
I chat with my neighbours and say goodbye,
I continue to sprint as I pass by,
all of the people on which I rely,
I’m out of breath as I get in my house,
I run and I jump and lie on the couch,
I play on the Xbox and im winning,
I played for too long and my head is spinning,
I now feel better so I go out to play,
and that’s the end of my afterschool day.

Taylor Wilson School Day Afternoon

Taylor Wilson School Day Afternoon 
I get on bus 545,
Its 3:15, yah that’s the time,
Its the second stop my time to leave,
It’s a small walk home I get there with ease,
I arrive at my house a minute later,
To my needs I must cater,
I sit down and play with my dog,
Outside the streets filled with fog,
I then watch T.V for half an hour,
I have a drink it tastes rather sour,
I go outside and play for a while,
I come inside and see cold tiles,
Its time for homework, which is not fun, I know I really shouldn’t run, It’s time for dinner, an unlikely dish, Sadly something I don’t like fish,

Sunday, 29 April 2012

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Your Name: School Day Afternoon

Marcus Millsap: School Day Afternoon

Dave Etter

I climb the steps of the yellow school bus,
move to a seat in back, and we're off,
bouncing along the bumpy blacktop.
What am I going to do when I get home?
I'm going to make myself a sugar sandwich
and go outdoors and look at the birds
and the gigantic blue silo
they put up across the road at Motts'.
This weekend we're going to the farm show.
I like roosters and pigs, but farming's no fun.
When I get old enough to do something big,
I'd like to grow orange trees in a greenhouse.
Or maybe I'll drive a school bus
and yell at the kids when I feel mad:
"Shut up back there, you hear me?"
At last, my house, and I grab my science book
and hurry down the steps into the sun.
There's Mr. Mott, staring at his tractor.
He's wearing his DeKalb cap
with the crazy winged ear of corn on it.
He wouldn't wave over here to me
if I was handing out hundred dollar bills.
I'll put brown sugar on my bread this time,
then go lie around by the water pump,
where the grass is very green and soft,
soft as the body of a red-winged blackbird.
Imagine, a blue silo to stare at,
and Mother not coming home till dark!


How does this School Day Afternoon differ from yours? Follow the pattern of this poem and write your own version. Post a picture along with your poem.

Saturday, 21 April 2012