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FC: My Poetry Portfolio | By Kate S Period 2
1: Table of Contents | Poetry Terms: Page 2-3 Poems: Page 4-7 -Narrative: Page 4-5 -Ode: Page 6-7 TPCASTT Page 8-11 | Page 1
2: Poetry Terms | Alexandrine: a line of poetry that has twelve syllables ex) That like a wounded snake drags its slow legth along | Conceit: a fanciful poetic image or metaphor that likens one thing to something else that is seemingly very different ex) "Shal I compare thee to a summer's day?" | Page 2
3: Poetry Terms Continued | Couplet: In a poem, a pair of lines that are the same legth and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. ex) I have a dog and I walked him through fog. | Page 3
4: My Narrative Poem | The early squirrel gets the nut Unless their in a group They all roam around together but Because of the nut, someone is out of the loop. That leaves seven until they reach the park They run around awhile, but then one stopped Up the tree the little squirel ran, nails hitting the bark For as it scratched at the tree, a little nut popped. All the other squirrels had paused To looked up at the tree Where the little squirrel had caused A great commotion as he leaped with three. That left six in the park And back they went to play Two were telling secrets behind the others' back Not another squirel would find a nut that day. All six went home empty handed Grumpy, tried and sad as can be Then right in front of all of them a little nut landed They got into a fight as big as you can see. | 4 4
5: One squirrel got it and ran away fast The rest turned away, and left Never looking back, or trying to change the past Always looking forward, trying to be kept. That left five, but two are running away The other three don't get along well No one even thought about what to do or what to say Now all of them are fallig apart, how swell. Now there are zero Because the two that moved were the glue Without them, to save the squirrels they would need a hero Now every squirrel is askew. The group is gone, each squirel for himself Many nuts lay on the ground, but no one will claim Too many heartbreaks, too little time on the shelf No one is around to tame. The early squirrel gets the nut. -Kate S | 5
6: My Ode Poem An Ode to my Friends | Awesome friends how I love you so Awesome friends without you I would go Awesome friends I will die Awesome friends before we say good-bye Awesome friends all the trips to the mall Awesome friends I love them, if not I would ball Awesome friends how dare you cry Awesome friends for hearing that makes my sigh Awesome friends, oh Wonderful friends You lead me through the good times Help me through the bad You always make me happy never make me sad. Forever together For never apart | 6
7: Awesome friends without you I would never start For you are my key to the future, My lock to all the secrets of the past Together we live without regrets, Together we live without forgets. -Kate S | 7
8: 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 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 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 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 | Page 8
9: 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, 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. | Page 9
10: TPCASTT Analysis | T (Title)- I think that the birches is a type of tree that is big, and easy to climb. I also believe that it is commonly found in forests, or parks. P (Paraphrase)- The narrator sees bent trees, and hopes that little boys bent them, while playing on them. He realizes the truth and then wishes that he was one of the boys playing on the tree. C (connotation)- There is a lot of connotation in this poem. Here are a few things. -The whole poem, in my opinion, is a metaphor for childhood and/or life. -Also, the narrator wishes that he could be a child again. -There is a lot of imagery in this poem. An example of this would be when the narrator is talking about how the trees look after an ice storm and he says the the trees are loaded with ice on a sunny winter morning. And that the branches were arching in the morning, and the ice looked like glass that had been broken. - Another connotation in the poem is when Robert Frost says, "Truth broke in...." That is personification, saying that the narrator realized the truth, and he had to try and move on. - The last connotation is the last line. This line could mean many things, and in my opinion it ties together the whole poem. "One could do worse than to be a swinger of branches." I think that this means that it is possible for adults to do bad things and that those things are much worse than being a kid and enjoying life. A (attitude)- The attitude in the poem is nostalgic and sad, but also happy in some parts. Another feeling that I get is this poem makes me want to turn back time, and be a little kid again. S (shift)- In the beginning of the story, the narrator talks about childhood, and children, but in the middle he switches and starts talking about how he was once a child and how he wishes to someday go back. T (theme)- The theme to this poem is that you should live every moment in your life to the fullest and enjoy every minute of life and childhood. | TPCASTT ANALYSIS
11: T (title)- After reading this poem I feel like birches can mean many things. On one hand it could mean everything about childhood such as: youth, joy, innocence, sweetness, kindness, and care. But on the other hand it could also mean that the birch trees are an escape or a getaway and that they provide protection to many people and animals.