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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By:Allison Q. P.2

1: Table of contents | Poetry terms.............................pgs.2-3 Birches..................................Pgs. 4-7 TPCASTT......................................Pgs. 8-9 Ode to larbrador dogs........................Pg. 10 narrative: Championship game.............................pg. 11

2: Poetry terms | couplet: a pair of successive lines of verse, especially a pair that rhyme and are of the same length. Example: Eenie Meenie Miny Moe, Catch a tiger by his toe Haiku: An unrhymed Japanese poem of three lines containing five, seven, and five syllables. Example The rain crashing down the sun comes from behind clouds A rainbow i see

3: two-word: a poem that can have as many lines as you like. Each line can only have two words. Example Softball underhand pitching stealing bases ground outs pop ups two teams away team home team

4: Birches By: Robert Frost WHEN I see birches bend to left and right Across the line of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed

5: So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?) I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows— Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away

6: Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches; And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,

7: I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

8: TPCASTT | T: I think that this poem is going o be about trees. P: He sees trees getting bent by ice storms and hopes that they got bent from kids swinging on them. He hopes it was a boy who would run out and fetch the cows. A boy that lived far away and didnt learn how to play baseball. The boy would play there everyday summer or winter. C: "As th breeze rises, and turn many-colored" this can mean that the "breeze rising" symbolizes life contuing on . The "turn many colored" can symoblize the changing like surroundings, seasons, and people. "Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun" this is a simile representing the arched trees getting bent by ice storms. "And life is too much like a pathless wood," this is a simile that represents things in life that are boring, but to get to the end you must also go through obstacles.

9: TPCASTT CONTINUED C(continued): "Ice storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter mourning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—" this is an example of imagery. You can invision the ice crusted on the branches and the sun making the ice melt and drip. "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." Is this a metaphor? One thing that this line can mean is that someone can do a lot worse than letting out the child within themself. A: The speaker is sad and regretful. Overall the poem has a feeling of loss. S: In the beginning it started out sad, but then in the end it got very regretful. T: It is not only descibing what happens to trees, but I think it's life choices. The birch is tall to describe life and then you reach heaven. T: The theme is about growing up. Basically, it's about all that the author didn't get to do while he was growing up leaving him like the birches, bent over and sad.

10: Ode to Labrador dogs By: Allison Q How I love to cuddle thee Soft and furry Warm and lovable They keep you company all day long The cuteness makes the bad things good The warm tongue is a pleasure to thy skin Their love makes them seem like kin How I long to see their loyal faces Those glistening eyes are a cheer up when one is sad They’re one loyal lovable lads

11: Championship game by: Allison Q The stands were filled with parents and fans Cheering, laughing, and clapping their hand The players in the outfield were falling asleep For there were no hits to them The pitcher was striking out everyone who came up to bat When the inning was over The team would hit And scream like maniacs When a homerun was hit The other team was throwing a great fit For now the score was thirteen to zero And the game was over The winning team won like a pro team versus a minor league team

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