These fourth graders
have been creating their own poetry based on the ideas and styles of the famous
poems that Miss Stretchberry makes Jack read.
Students have worked hard to find meaning and connections in these poems. Then, they created their own words and
proudly present them to you! Check out
the following activities.
Miss Stretchberry’s
Poems that are presented to Jack and her class:
The
Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
so
much depends
upon
a
red wheelbarrow
glazed
with rain
Water
beside
the white
chickens.
Stopping
by the 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
Tiger! Tiger!
Burning bright
In the forest
of the night,
What immortal
hand or eye
Could frame they
fearful symmetry?
*first stanza
dog by Valerie Worth
Under
a maple tree
The
dog lies down,
Lolls
his limp
Tongue,
yawns,
Rest
his long shin
Carefully
between
Front
paws;
Looks
up, alert;
Chops,
with heavy
Jaws,
at a slow fly,
Blinks,
rolls
On
his side,
Sighs,
closes
His
eyes: sleeps
All
afternoon
in 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 shan’t be gone long. – You come
too.
I’m going out to fetch the little
calf
That’s standing by the mother.
It’s so young
It totters when she licks it with
her tongue.
I shan’t be gone long. – You come too.
Street Music By Arnold Adoff
T h I s c I t y :
T h e
A l w a y s
N o I s e
G r I n d I n g
Up
from the
Subways
Under
Ground:
Slamming form
bus tires
And taxi horns
and engines
Of cars and
trucks in all
V o c a b u l a r I e s
Of
Clash
Flash
Screeching
Hot metal l a n g u a g e
C o m b I n a t I o n s:
A s p l a n e s
O v e r h e a d
R o a r
A n
O r c h e s t r a
Of rolling drums
And battle
blasts
Assaulting
My ears
W I t h
T h e
A l w a y s
N o I s e o f
T h I s c I t y:
Street music.
Love That Boy* by Walter Dean
Myers
Love that boy,
Like a rabbit loves to run
I said I love that boy
Like a rabbit loves to run
Love to call him in the morning
Love to call him
“Hey there, son!”
*first stanza