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1: Table of Contents | Language Arts..........2 Self- Respect................4 Where I'm From............6 My Mother's Kitchen.....8 BONUS- Monotony.....10

2: This Is Language Arts | Under the tree reading, The plot a little misleading. Many words and phrases, My mind stuck in mazes. | Thoughts jumping around, Taking in every sound. Stories of love and hate, What is every mystery's fate? | This is language arts, Full of candies and tarts. Novels galore, Why can't I have more?

5: If every day passed without beauty, I would be the star of the show The ruler of my own world Flying high in the sky. If every day passed without intelligence, I would be the creator of every idea The genius of the written word The innovator of the century. If every day passed without wisdom, I would be eccentric The taboo of society And the outlandish clown. If the following were me, I am everything. Flowers to music to life Happy or sad or frightened I am just Bethany. | Self- Respect

7: I am from books, from Happiness and New. I am from the Soft. I am from the Rose, the Gingko. I am from prayer and brown hair, from Lynne and Coy and Thomas. I am from the quietness and thought. From manners and skill. I am from church. A small white building built on grass and fellowship. I'm from out west in Vegas to Texas, enchiladas and steak. From the hunting rabbits, the trip to the lake, and the family games. I am from those hanging on the walls, the jewelry around my neck, and the faces of ancestors past. | Where I am From

8: My Mother's Kitchen | But, somethin’ was a’burnin’, Somethin’ sweet perhaps? Was it an animal of some kind? My sister checked to see. | The crockpot a’cookin’, The pot a’boilin’, Then pan a’bakin’, All in perfect harmony. | Inside the clankin’ oven, Was two pans. One with good ole spinach soufflé, All green as it could be. | The other was under the soufflé, The world famous fresh fish dinner. Though the fish eyes stared back, It was good as dead.

9: With everythin’ in order, Where was somethin’ a’burnin’? She looked in the window and saw, On the barbecue grill. | There was black steaks, Left unattended, Like children at a party, Alone and mischievous. | She ran outta the kitchen, Like a squirrel’s tail on fire. Turned the fire off, To save those poor steaks. | Phew! It is saved! Everthin’ goin’ back to the way it was, A’cookin’, a’boilin’, A’bakin’ and a’lovin’.

10: Going fast, then slow The beat drumming Like row, row, row From your humming Silently clapping Applaud the sound A rigorous tapping That I have found Discover the time Of your heart A quiet chime In four part Now understood What I hear If this could Pull me near

11: Monotony

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Bethany Thomas
  • By: Bethany T.
  • Joined: over 4 years ago
  • Published Mixbooks: 2
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About This Mixbook

  • Title: Poetry Portfolio
  • Title Page (includes name, date, class period, portfolio title, and an illustration), Table of Contents (with Illustration), Where I’m From poem (with Illustration), Self-Respect Poem (with Illustration), My Mother’s Kitchen poem (with Illustration), and Language Arts poem – (with Illustration)
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  • Published: over 4 years ago

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