The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

This is Just to Say William Carlos Williams

I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe icebox

and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive me

they were deliciousso sweet

and so cold

This is Just to Say William Carlos Williams

I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe icebox

and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive me

they were deliciousso sweet

and so cold

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus William Carlos Williams

a farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantryof the year wasawake tinglingnear

the edge of the seaconcernedwith itselfsweating in the sunthat meltedthe wings’ wax

unsignificantlyoff the coastthere was

a splash quite unnoticedthis wasIcarus drowning

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus William Carlos Williams

a farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantryof the year wasawake tinglingnear

the edge of the seaconcernedwith itselfsweating in the sunthat meltedthe wings’ wax

unsignificantlyoff the coastthere was

a splash quite unnoticedthis wasIcarus drowning

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

BY ROBERT FROST

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.

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

BY ROBERT FROST

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.

The Tiger By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare sieze the fire?And what shoulder, & what art.Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? what dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spears,And watered heaven with their tears,Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeDare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Tiger By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare sieze the fire?And what shoulder, & what art.Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? what dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spears,And watered heaven with their tears,Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeDare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Dog by Valerie Worth

Under a maple treeThe dog lies down,Lolls his limpTongue, yawns,Rests his long chinCarefully betweenFront paws;Looks up alert;Chops, with heavyJaws, at a slow fly,Blinks, rollsOn his side,Sighs, closesHis eyes: sleepsAll afternoonIn his loose skin.

Dog by Valerie Worth

Under a maple treeThe dog lies down,Lolls his limpTongue, yawns,Rests his long chinCarefully betweenFront paws;Looks up alert;Chops, with heavyJaws, at a slow fly,Blinks, rollsOn his side,Sighs, closesHis eyes: sleepsAll afternoonIn his loose skin.

The Pasture By Robert Frost

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.I’m going out to fetch the little calfThat’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,It totters when she licks it with her tongue.I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.

The Pasture By Robert Frost

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.I’m going out to fetch the little calfThat’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,It totters when she licks it with her tongue.I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.

“Street Music” by Arnold AdoffT h i s c i t y:t h ea l w a y sn o i s eg r i n d i n gup from thes u b w a y su n d e rg r o u n d:slamming from bus tiresand taxi horns and enginesof cars and trucks in allv o c a b u l a r i e sofclasflashscreechinghot metal l a n g u a g ec o m b i n a t i o n s:as p l a n e so v e r h e a dr o a rano r c h e s t r aof rolling drumsand battle blastsassaultingmy earsw i t ht h ea l w a y sn o i s e oft h i s c i t y:street music.

“Street Music” by Arnold AdoffT h i s c i t y:t h ea l w a y sn o i s eg r i n d i n gup from thes u b w a y su n d e rg r o u n d:slamming from bus tiresand taxi horns and enginesof cars and trucks in allv o c a b u l a r i e sofclasflashscreechinghot metal l a n g u a g ec o m b i n a t i o n s:as p l a n e so v e r h e a dr o a rano r c h e s t r aof rolling drumsand battle blastsassaultingmy earsw i t ht h ea l w a y sn o i s e oft h i s c i t y:street music.

The Apple by S.C. Rigg

The Apple by S.C. Rigg

“Love that Boy” by Walter Dean Myers

Love that boy,like a rabbit loves to runI said love that boylike a rabbit loves to runLove to call him in the morninglove to call him“Hey there, son!”

“Love that Boy” by Walter Dean Myers

Love that boy,like a rabbit loves to runI said love that boylike a rabbit loves to runLove to call him in the morninglove to call him“Hey there, son!”

A poem can have...

What makes a poem?

rhythm Just a few words

repetition assonance

A few words, lots of meaning

Reader can put in their own meaning

Sentences don’t have to be proper

It makes a picture in your mind...an image

rhyme

A feeling, an emotion

By 5C March 2011

Poetry Writing Traits: Love That PoemBelow standard meets standard exceeds standard

Ideas •Idea is unclear or unfocused *May include random ideas.

•Focuses on a single idea. *Idea may be understandable, but still fuzzy

•Presents a fresh, original idea *Focuses on an idea, feeling, or experience *Uses specific, concrete images

Organization

•Sequencing is illogical, or not evident.

•No punctuation.

•Sequencing is logical *The poetry form has been followed with few or no errors.

•Some punctuation & line breaks.

•Uses a logical, effective organizational strategy. *Poem uses form to interpret idea creatively and effectively. *Punctuation & line breaks enhance meaning.

Word choice

•General or ordinary words *Attempts new words with limited success *may include inappropriate words or limited use of vocabulary

*Attempts to use descriptive words to create images *Tries to use words for specificity *Experiments with new and different words with some success

•Precise, original, fresh words *Creates vivid images

Love That Poem!Use the second slide in this presentation to write your own poem; use your own idea or feeling, but use the form of the poem. When you have finished choose 3 to put on the blog. After you have read some form other people, revise your 3, ready to hand in.