FC: My Favorites
1: My Favorites By: Megan Sawyer mixbook.com November 21, 2009
2: Table of Contents Title Page Number The Road Not Yet Taken...................................... 4 An Irish Airmen Foresees His Death................. 6 1914............................................................................. 8 What Do I Remember of Pawnee Elementary?.. 10 David............................................................................. 12 Works Cited................................................................ 14 About The Author..................................................... 15
4: The Road Not Yet Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim. Because it was grassy and wanted wear; | Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the road less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
5: I really enjoyed this poem because of the imagery. I am a very visual person, so I like to read things that allow me to picture what they have written, almost like movie in my head. When he started talking about the "yellow forest", I immediately thought of Wizard Of Oz and different things popped into my head. By the way he describes things I could understand the poem better.
6: An Irish Airmen Foresees His Death By W.B. Yeats I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above, These that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I dot love; My country is the Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltarten's poor; No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind, In balance with this life, this death.
7: I really liked how honest this poem was. He was very straight forward about how he felt being in the war. He wasn't driven to be a war hero, he was just lonely, or bored, one the two. Fighting for his country was just something to himself occupied. And he wasn't ashamed to say it. To me, it sounded like he was ready to die. His bluntness was refreshing yet depressing.
8: 1914 By Wilfred Owen War broke: and now the Winter of the world With perishing great darkness closes in. The foul tornado centered at Berlin, Is over all the width of Europe whirled, Rending the sails of progress, Rent or furled Are all Art's ensigns. Verse wails. Now begin Famines of thought and feeling. Love's wine's thin. The gain of human Autumn rots, down-hurled. For after Spring had bloomed in early Greece, And Summer blazed her glory out with Rome, An Autumn softly fell, a harvest home, A slow grand age, and rich with all increase. But now, for us, wild Winter, and the need Of sewings for new Spring, and blood for seed.
9: When I first read this poem it very nearly moved me to tears. They way Wilfred Owen talks about the horror of war and how it effects its soldiers made me think about I take life for granted and what a gift it is. The littlest thing can ruin my day, but only because I let it. I have made a promise to myself to always be happy and appreciate the little things.
10: What Do I Remember Of Pawnee Elementary? By Megan Sawyer What do I remember of Pawnee Elementary? I remember marching down Harrison St. in my Tzeitel costume from "Fiddler on the Roof", at the Halloween Parade. The parachutes in P.E. Playing kickball with all the boys at recess and being the only girl who could outrun them. Stew, the janitor, always gave me more ice cream passes that the other kids. Cafeteria food that was repulsive, but oddly comforting. The huge slide that seemed as daunting as Mt. Everest. What do I remember of Pawnee Elementary? I remember Connor Widener, my best friend. Connor taught me how to and when to kick the ball just right. I remember the library. The library had a distinct smell, a good smell. I always felt at home when I was in the library. What do I remember of Pawnee Elementary? I remember friends and happy times.
11: It was really cool to go to the same elementary school that my four older brothers and sisters went to. As I walked down the halls each day, I would remember the stories they told me about school and the teachers, before I stared kindergarten. These were truly happy times.
12: David By Megan Sawyer When I watched you walk out of the hospital on July 26, 2005, trembling and with horror chiseled across your face or When I watch you every year drive to his cross, angrily holding back the tears, like it is happening all over again. I say when I watch you half-heartedly try to make something of yourself and fail, I see the longing in your eyes for true joy and happiness I stand up through your tragedy and despair I stand up
13: I love my oldest brother very much and it hurts me to see him go through difficult times. Writing the poem about him was actually very therapeutic for me. I didn't realize that writing could have this effect on me. I may have to try this again.
14: Frost, Robert. "The Road Not Taken". Famous Poets and Poems famouspoetsnadpoems.com/poets/robert_frost/poems/528 Owen, Wilfred. "1914". The War Poets: An Anthology. Pitkin Publishing, 2009 Yeats, W.B.. " An Irish Airmen Foresees His Death". The War Poets: An Anthology. Pitkin Publishing,2009. | Works Cited
15: Megan Sawyer is a sophomore at Stillwater High School, Stillwater, OK. She enjoys music, writing. fashion design, watching old movies, hanging out with friends, and her Maltese, Lila. Her main goal in life is to attend New York Fashion Week and meet Vera Wang. | About The Author