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FC: My Poetry Book By Peyton Fitzgerald

1: Table of Contents | Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost..............................2-3 I Found a Four-Leaf Clover By Jack Prelutsky....................................................4-5 A Dandelion for My Mother By Jean Nordhaus....................................................6-7 Picture Puzzle Piece By Shel Silverstein................................................................8-9 10-11 "Hope" is the thing with feathers Comic Strip Poem...............................12-13 Autobiography By Peyton Fitzgerald.....................................................................14-15 Where I'm From By Peyton Fitzgerald.........................................................................16 All Mixed Up in My Mind (Found Poem) By Peyton Fitzgerald..................17 I Am By Peyton Fitzgerald................................................................................................18 Whats in a Name By Peyton Fitzgerald........................................................................19 Best Friend By Peyton Fitzgerald...................................................................................20 21 Poetry Reflection.......................................................................................................................22

2: 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. | "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" By Robert Frost

3: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost appealed to me by the way Frost uses imagery and symbolism to covey the theme of the poem. I this poem, Frost sees life as a journey. On his journey, he stops to take in the beautiful scenery around him. As he is enticed by the snow falling through the trees on this dark winters night, he is drawn to the unknown dark and mysterious forest. Frost is tempted to stay and give up his journey but knows that staying would result in death under the falling snow. Instead he decides to carry-on his journey and uphold his promises for he has “miles to go before he sleeps,” sleep symbolizing his death. This poem has a depressing feel to it. You have sympathy for Frost on his journey. The author’s toe is soft and relaxed to show his tiredness. He uses words like lovely, deep and dark to convey these feelings. Frost also uses detailed imagery to help the reader picture the poem. A image of a forest filled with snow comes to mind when reading this poem. A single man is sits upon his horse gazing at the glistening snow in the darkness. There is a silence in the air except for the sound of bells shaking on the harness of the horse and the wind blowing slightly through the breeze. It’s cold as the snow continues to fall on the darkest evening of the year. Stopping by Woods in a Snowy Evening is an example of iambic tetrameter. Frost uses elements such as personification to make the poem more interesting. The horse is given human qualities to think and speak to the author. “Sleep” in the last to lines is an example of symbolism, it symbolizes Frost’s death. Rhyme and repetition are used in the poem to create the tone. Other poetic elements contribute to the mood and the setting of the poem. Things like alliteration give sound to the poem. One example of this is dark and deep. These poetic elements help the reader to visualize and relate the poem to themselves.

4: I found a four-leaf clover and was happy with my find, but with time to think it over, I’ve entirely changed my mind. I concealed it in my pocket, safe inside a paper pad, soon, much swifter than a rocket, my good fortune turned to bad. I smashed my fingers in a door, I dropped a dozen eggs, I slipped and tumbled to the floor, a dog nipped both my legs, my ring slid down the bathtub drain, my pen leaked on my shirt, I barked my shin, I missed my train, I sat on my dessert. | I broke my brand-new glasses, and I couldn’t find my keys, I stepped in spilled molasses, and was stung by angry bees. When the kitten ripped the curtain, and the toast burst into flame, I was absolutely certain that the clover was to blame. I buried it discreetly in the middle of a field, now my luck has changed completely, and my wounds have almost healed. If I ever find another, I will simply let it be, or I’ll give it to my brother— he deserves it more than me. | I Found A Four Leaf Clover By Jack Prelutsky

6: How I loved those spiky suns, rooted stubborn as childhood in the grass, tough as the farmer’s big-headed children—the mats of yellow hair, the bowl-cut fringe. How sturdy they were and how slowly they turned themselves into galaxies, domes of ghost stars barely visible by day, pale cerebrums clinging to life on tough green stems. Like you. Like you, in the end. If you were here, I’d pluck this trembling globe to show how beautiful a thing can be a breath will tear away. | A Dandelion For My Mother By Jean Nordhaus

8: One picture puzzle piece Lyin' on the sidewalk, One picture puzzle piece Soakin' in the rain. It might be a button of blue On the coat of the woman Who lived in a shoe. It might be a magical bean, Or a fold in the red Velvet robe of a queen. It might be the one little bite Of the apple her stepmother Gave to Snow White. It might be the veil of a bride Or a bottle with some evil genie inside. It might be a small tuft of hair On the big bouncy belly Of Bobo the Bear. It might be a bit of the cloak Of the Witch of the West As she melted to smoke. It might be a shadowy trace Of a tear that runs down an angel's face. Nothing has more possibilities Than one old wet picture puzzle piece. | Picture Puzzle Piece by Shel Silverstein

9: "Picture Puzzle Piece" by Shel Silverstein stuck out to because it took me back to my childhood. This poem is about all of the possibilities that can come from a single puzzle piece. It makes you think about the little things in life that can come together to make one big picture. I can relate to this poem by the memories of fairy tales you were told as a child. Also by knowing never to jump to conclusions because there are thousands of possibilities out there. the puzzle piece could be anything but is still part of one picture. The author uses poetic elements such as allusion by telling about fairy tales that everyone has heard of. There is also repetition of lines one and three. Shel uses other things like alliteration and end rhyme to create sound. Te sound helps give the mood and tone of the poem. This poem has a thoughtful and optimistic feel to it. This is because of the possibilities of the puzzle piece. There are a lot of images that come up in this poem. The author uses this imagery to help the reader relate to the poem. Shel uses great detail to make you see the pictures. He also describes the feel of the puzzle piece which is wet and soggy. These appeal to your senses.

11: Thinking of you is like the Spring, You bring love and joy to everything.

13: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. | "Hope" is the thing with feathers By Emily Dickison

15: "For the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers are springing up and the time of the singing of birds has come. Yes, spring is here." ~ Song of Solomon 2:11-12

16: I am from childhood toys, from Barbie, and Little Tykes. I am from the woods in my backyard, Dense, quiet, a slight breeze rustling the through the trees, I am from the Spring Dogwoods, and Redwoods. I am from Christmas gatherings, and brown eyes, from Chris, and Beth, and the Shafers. I am from the neat freaks and the know-it-alls, From kids being seen not heard, and always listen to your mama. I am from hymns of praise on Sunday mornings, weekly bible verses in children’s church, I'm from the Blue Ridge mountains and Irish descents, Smithfield Ham and s’mores. From the bubbles in the blow up pool, over-flowing into the highway and feeding the donkeys at the zoo. I am from the scrapbooks in the bench, Memories from a past life in a small town. | Where I'm From

17: Intelligence above normal Thoughts fled in a panic Pretty dance No better than anybody else Free and graceful gesture Like something the cat drug in Must have been extraordinarily beautiful The mask she wore was hideous Voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody A certain symmetry, a military neatness Looked like a walking junkyard Crippled, hobbled, sickened She was blindingly beautiful Big hands on the tiny waist An explosion of joy and grace Into the air they sprang Dead before they hit the floor It's all kind of mixed up in my mind. | All Mixed Up In My Mind

18: I am responsible and caring. I wonder what they think. I hear the laughter of young voices. I see their smiling faces. I want to be a friend. I am responsible and caring. I pretend I'm a princess at a tea party. I feel relieved when they're asleep. I touch their small hands. I worry about their safety. I cry that no one gets hurt. I am responsible and caring. I understand the language they speak. I say it's time for bed. I dream who they will grow up to be. I try to keep them happy. I hope that they will listen. I am responsible and caring. | I Am..........A Babysitter By Peyton Fitzgerald

19: My name begins with a P Following that is an e. Though most spell it an a, My mom didn't write it that way. I guess my mom is to blame For going by my middle name. This I do not regret, For Peyton fits me the best. | spring is here! | What's in a Name? Natalie Peyton Fitzgerald

20: bloom | Best Friend More than just a Friend Shared Memories and Secrets Practically Sisters

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