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Mike's Super Happy Fun Poetry Portfolio

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FC: Mike's Super Happy Fun Poetry Portfolio By: Mike F P5

1: Table of Contents | Page 2-3-4.................................Poetry Terms | Page 5-12.............................TPCASTT Analiysis | Page 12-13..............................My Personal Ode | Page 14............................................................My Narrative Poem

2: My Poetry Terms | Eye Rhyme- Rhyme that appears correct from spelling, but is half-rhyme or slant rhyme from the pronunciation. Some examples include “watch” and “match,” and “love” and “move.”

3: My Poetry Terms (Continued) | Meter: The term refers to a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in a poetic line. An Example is trimeter: three feet per line.

4: My Poetry Terms (Continued) | Haiku: A form of Japanese poetry which states in three lines of five, seven, and five syllables. An example of this is: I walk across sand And find myself blistering In the hot, hot heat.

5: "Birches" | “Birches” – 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 5 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 10 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 15

6: 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. 20 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— 25 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 30 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 35 | "Birches"

7: 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, 40 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 45 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. 50 | "Birches"

8: 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, 55 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. 60 | "Birches"

9: TPCASTT | Title: The tile Briches to me brings up ideas of nature and the wilderness. Paraphrase: Trees: Time Children: Bright Future Ice Storms: Corruption Connotation: 1 "Life is too much like pathless wood" Means that you have no purpose or no journey in life and your lost. "symbolism" 2 "I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree" Frost is trying to say that being a child and changing your future is a very good thing. "Symbolism"

10: TPCASST | 3 "Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dippedits top and set me down again." He wants to live life to the fullest and then right before he dies he wants to start over. This is an example of Symbolism. 4 The last line in the poem is metaphor " One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." Frost is trying to say that you could do worse than be a person that be a child and it is something we want. 5 " One by one he subdued his father's trees." This line is a symbolism the boy is following in his fathers path or his "trees". Frost is saying that as people are growing up they will follow their parents footsteps.

11: TPCASST Analyze: The speaker is feeling joyus about being a child and not having any worrys that come with it. | Shift: The shift in "Birches" is when Frost goes from describing things and the ideas behind the birch trees, to actually saying what he would do if he was a swinger of Birches. Theme: That being a child is a great thing and comes with little to no responsibility. Title: Frost is trying to use the birch trees as a symbol for life and about changing and shaping your life. We should not let the things around us change it for us.

12: An Ode to a Winters Day By: Mike Foy | The winter day a cold barren wasteland, or an inspiration to the curious The snow a shower; wonders a multitude of joy and individuality Each snowflake a new pattern, a new life, and a new story to everyone The wind the ultimate transporter bringing and taking what is in front of us The wind is a change bringing a new future and taking away an old past The cold may keep us from going out on our paths But instead will cross the paths of life and bring us together

13: Then there is the ice the cool, strong, and clear as day Is the Ice just frozen water or is it the equivalent to a student They will come in numbers and not many will last the whole winter The ice strong willed and can be beaten senseless and still may not break Under the pressures of the world around it This has but scraped the surface of natures potential Why does ice and frozen represent memories of fear when it means so much more? | An Ode to a Winters Day (Cont.)

14: The Drive Mike Foy | I was walking, Middle of the day, The Sun beating down on my cherry red uniform and my head full of brown bushy hair. I was anxious to get to the field where Iwas ready to put my reputation as a “power hitter” on the line. My cleats were making a clap against the pavement. We arrived at the stadium more anxious than ever I was jumping as I walked on the field. The first inning went by like a breeze a 1,2,3 inning. We had gone to bat I would have been the fourth hitter “the big man” and I was ready for anything. Then before I could breathe the three batters had gotten on base. My turn I was ready the count 3-2, bases loaded the next pitch a low and outside fastball. I got under the pitch and, BAM the ball was lifted 275 feet out of the stadium Home Run.

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