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BC: By Rachel Sackett | Hope You Enjoyed!
FC: My Poetry Notebook | Rachel Sackett 02-22-10 Period 3
1: 1 - Title Page 2- Table of Contents 3 - Where I'm From 4 - My Mother's Kitchen 5 - Mother to Son 6 - Ode to GSMST 7 - Language Arts Poem 8 - Trees: Joyve Kilmer 9 - Fire and Ice: Robert Frost | Table of Contents
2: I’m from the place where grass was actually grass Where there were four seasons a year Where plants blossomed every spring Where nature ran freely through unpolluted brooks Where rays of color shot through clouds after a rainstorm | I’m from children with forests of imagination Clumps of trees were mighty forts Mounds of dirt were motocross stadiums Termite markings were like ancient Indian symbols Meer thoughts were to be comic books | I’m from neighborhoods; where neighbors talked to neighbors Where everybody knew everybody Where everybody supported everybody Where friends lived up the street; not down I-85 Where classmates were classmates for life | Where I'm Fromm
3: Where grandparents still told “back in the day” stories -and the kids were actually interested Where there was a home-cooked dinner every night Where cookies were still made at Christmas time Where families were still together I’m from a place that helped strangers who needed help -no one was ignored Where faith was something important Where work ethic actually meant something Where morals still existed I’m from people that took the time to enjoy life Where people still played outside I’m from people who cared about me as a person -not a score I’m from a world that was nothing like society today
4: Aromas curve in and out, They lure everyone who is about, Apple spice, fresh from the stove, Entices my sister from her cove With people comes what they carry, My sister brings in a cherry. For the ice cream that’s been made, And color in her lemonade. | My Mother's Kitchen
5: While she sits there eating her pumpkin pie, The chicken sits on his platter, ready to die. Surrounded by parsley, he waits by the oven, To be cooked in the heat, and boiled in the cauldron. The spices swirl throughout the air, consuming the kitchen, Light through the windows make the rooms brighten. Emerald drapes frame the glass, While my sister looks through them at the bluegrass. But soon that sun sets, beyond the trees’ heads, And everyone cleans up to go to their beds. But the kitchen never rests, Always ready to feed its guests.
6: Mother to Daughter | Please don’t cry my dear, Mummy will always be here. Even when the stars shine dim, Just look up and listen to Him. He will guide you on your way, And get you through every day. If you always follow His advice, Then your burden will be light. | When in doubt, Just think about, All the things He went through Just so He could be with you And when you’re feeling down and low, Just pray to Him, and you will know, How to act and what to do, Because He is inside you.
7: So in conclusion, you can see, That life will never have to be A walk on stones - or gravel too, As long as Jesus is in you.
8: Ode to GSMST | Alas! The school that towers overall Where brilliant minds come to play And teachers are reached by just a call You, oh wonderful place in the flowers of May Enlighten your students so they can achieve Whatever their heart so willingly chooses And they can follow a path with many options When your students leave your walls; relieve They no longer have to bear the bruises That comes from a life put up for auction. | NO! No, not this do your pupils face, They face a life of choice – How great! And from your instructions they have found their place It seems that within your walls, they’ve found a mate They are among friends and people of love Among friendliness and people of support Their love for learning comes from your wisdom You have sent them peace – just like a dove And given us freedom, with a new passport As successful as a drummer with rhythm
9: Only the light which you give off Leads us through places that we has thought lost Each day we meet a new cut-off That is simply slide away no matter the cost Because you alone have made us prepared With the new sight that we have Rejoice! For yes – this comes from you! And your success lies within us – accomplished not scared And charging through life – like an ox, not calf If only you could see what we can truly do. | You provide us with, laptops and technology, With teachers – too brilliant to speak of So that we may study things like zoology And glide through obstacles – so suave You may not see the success within your walls And that’s okay – since that’s not where we need it It is needed in life, in dorms, and in hardships Where we respond only with hardballs Thrown at the other team – oh yes they’ll have a fit But we can just sail right through, on our new mighty ship.
11: You see, you’ve built us this ship – and how mighty indeed It sails through the seas, majestic and tall Aboard this ship, we have the power to lead With such a sturdy ship, it’s impossible to fall Imagine how jealous onlookers are They stare at the wonders that you have provided And with a deep sigh, they wish - they too – were yours But they failed to see the beauty on the far Horizons that will come for us – the ones who minded What you said and what to do, - now look who’s standing on sea shores!
12: There once was a noun, That put on a frown. When he heard That his verb Was really a clown The problem here was, The verb had some flaws, When it tried to agree, The noun felt no glee, The sentence became a clause. So they invited a friend, To come and attend, Their new, little soirée, This was only foreplay, Since they needed a pen.
13: Language Arts Poem | So the pen sat down and drank some ink, And the latter part became slightly pink. But the sentence started forming, And the noun stopped its squirming, As their friend created the link Now the three sat down But there was no frown, For the sentence completed No longer needed, That sweet little pronoun
14: Song of Myself | By Walt Witman | I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
15: This poem is about enjoying oneself and not forgetting that we are important as well as others. | This free verse poem has no rhyming in it, just metaphors and hyperboles.
16: Trees | By Joyce Kilmer | I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; | A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.
17: Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. | This poem consists of many couplets that have end rhymes. It is about how God is the father of all creation and that anything he makes is more holy than what we create.