Our Favorite Poems

January 29th, 2008

Hug a WarChoose one of your favorite poems to share in our blog. It can be a poem that you wrote, or a poem that you love to read. Write why you like the poem and what emotion the poem evokes in you. Comment on the poet’s use of poetry devices. Does the poet use repitition, rhythm, rhyme, alliteration or onomatopoeia in the poem? Do you see any figurative language such as similes and metaphors or does it evoke emotion? What do you feel when you read it? Write what you would like to try using in your own poems that the author has used to create the images in his/her poem, or write about any other literary devices you would like to try.

Take your time and think about the poem you choose. Be sure to reread and edit your comments.

It’s such fun to share our learning!

Exploring Poetry is Fun!

January 14th, 2008

Poetry can be such fun to both read and write!

Read this poem by the famous poet, Shel Silverstein . Then write your entry about what you think he is trying to say in his poem. Comment on his use of language. Do the words help you to visualize? What pictures do you see in your mind? Is there anything you don’t understand? Remember to read everyone else’s comments too. Respond to others by commenting on their entries or answering their questions. What do you like about poetry? Share your thoughts about this new unit of study.

Let’s have fun!

Where the sidewalk ends

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.