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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Poems of place and mood
Students read part one of "Preludes" by T.S. Elliot and wrote poems about their neighborhood at a specific time of the year and of the day.
5th
Romario J.
Winter 5:30pm
The winter settles down
with the snowy days we
have. The snow covers houses
with a white blanket
that sparkles. Kids make
snow men.
Jocelyn R.
July 5:00 PM
July 5:00 pm
The sky is baby blue.
The sun is a bright yellow
The birds are chirping
Kids are playing outside
The trees are as green as grass
Beautiful flowers everywhere
Water splashing every where
and You could smell the bbq
ribs.
Matt P.
Summer 2:00pm
I see squirrels and dogs
running in the park!
Trees blowing like a hurricane!
Also bags and trash
blowing by a tree!
I smell people
barbecuing ribs and steak!
I hear splish and splashes
in a pool nearby!
And the sky looks like
a never ending pool
with tubes!
I hear cicadas
buzzing loader than
the loudest train!
People jogging on
the big track at
Rowan Park!
5th
Romario J.
Winter 5:30pm
The winter settles down
with the snowy days we
have. The snow covers houses
with a white blanket
that sparkles. Kids make
snow men.
Jocelyn R.
July 5:00 PM
July 5:00 pm
The sky is baby blue.
The sun is a bright yellow
The birds are chirping
Kids are playing outside
The trees are as green as grass
Beautiful flowers everywhere
Water splashing every where
and You could smell the bbq
ribs.
Matt P.
Summer 2:00pm
I see squirrels and dogs
running in the park!
Trees blowing like a hurricane!
Also bags and trash
blowing by a tree!
I smell people
barbecuing ribs and steak!
I hear splish and splashes
in a pool nearby!
And the sky looks like
a never ending pool
with tubes!
I hear cicadas
buzzing loader than
the loudest train!
People jogging on
the big track at
Rowan Park!
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1 comment:
Very impressed with your wonderful poems. Here in Scotland we have snow too. If you have a moment perhaps you would like to look at our brand new blog - you'll find some pictures of our snowmen!
Keep writing your fantastic poems.
Mrs McC P5
http://tarradaleblog.edublogs.org/
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