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1Line Breaks Here’s what to do with “The Big Field” by Donald Graves. Mr. Gammons mows the big field with his tractor, then rakes and bundles hay for the barn. George and I grab our bats, gloves, and balls and race across the field like major leaguers in spring training. We hit long flies to each other all afternoon, never lose a ball in the stubble, and don’t stop until Mother calls us for supper.
2Line Breaks The Big Field Mr. Gammons mows the big field with his tractor,then rakes and bundleshay for the barn.George and Igrab our bats,gloves, and ballsand race across the filedlike major leaguersin spring training.We hit long fliesto each otherall afternoon,never lose a ballin the stubble,and don’t stopuntil Mother callsus for supper.- Donald Graves
4I was sitting by a stream When I saw a grasshopper hop from a rock That Reminds MeI was sitting by a streamWhen I saw a grasshopper hop from a rockAnd land on the other sideAnd it reminded me of how we used to jumpAcross the puddles in the drivewayAfter a summer rain-Except the grasshopper didn’t get all wet-And didn’t get the giggles.I was sitting on the porchWhen I saw a squirrel in the weeping willow treeVaulting through the airTo anther limbAnd it reminded me of how we used to tie ourselvesInto the lows branches of that treeAnd runAnd swingUp off the groundWe were like flying squirrelsI was lying on my back in the grassWhen I saw a maple leaf fall off a high branchAnd float in the windOut past the top of my headAnd it reminded me of the time our kite string brokeAnd the kite soared out over the top of the hillAnd we never saws it againI still think about that old kiteAnd it reminds me of you-Will Mowery
5Walking With My Iguana.I’m walking with my iguana I’m walking with my iguana When the temperature rises to above eighty-five, my iguana is looking like he’s coming alive. So we make it to the beach, my iguana and me, then he sits on my shoulder as we stroll by the sea and I’m walking with my iguana Well if anyone sees us we’re a big surprise, my iguana and me on our daily exercise, till somebody phones the local police says I’ve got an alligator tied to a leash. when I’m walking with my iguana I’m walking with my iguana It’s the spines on his back that make him look grim, but he just loves to be tickled under his chin. And I know that my iguana is ready for bed when he puts on his pyjamas and lays down his sleepy head. And I’m walking with my iguana still walking with my iguana With my iguana with my iguana and my piranha and my Chihuahua and my chinchilla, with my gorilla, my caterpillar… and I’m walking… with my iguana… with my iguana… with my iguana…You can hear it at this website.After reading aloud to students, let them choral read a couple of times to get the rhythm of it. Next, let the children work in partners, or independent if they wish, choosing a favorite animal and create their own poem with their animal. For a bigger challenge, have them choose a new animal AND a new verb for their original poetry.
6Pencil SharpenerBy Zoe Ryder WhiteI think there are a hundred beesinside the pencil sharpenerand they buzzand buzzuntil my point is sharp!CeilingThe ceilingis the skyfor the classroom
7Bear In There by Shel Silverstein There's a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it 'cause it's cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, He's nibbling the noodles, He's munching the rice, He's slurping the soda, He's licking the ice. And he lets out a roar If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know he's in there-- That Polary Bear In our Fridgitydaire.
8The Tree On The Cornerby Lilian MooreI’ve seen the tree on the corner in spring bud and summer green. Yesterday it was yellow gold.Then a cold wind began to blow. Now I know – you really do not seea tree until you see its bones
9Umbrellasby Maxine W. KuminIt’s raining in the city. I hope it rains for hours. All of the umbrellas Open up like flowers.Come look out my window! Polka dots in lines Wag their stems and Tilt to read the signs.Plaid ones cross at corners Striped ones wave about. It’s raining in the city;The flowers have come out
10Crickets, Valerie Worth TalkIn the tallGrassAllLate summerLong.WhenSummerIs gone,The dryWhispersAlone.
11Some lovely small poems by Valerie Worth: chairs Chairs Seem To Sit Down On Themselves, almost as if They were people, Some fat, some thin; Settled comfortably On their own seats, Some even stretch out their arms To Rest..sunThe sun Is a leaping fire Too hot To go near,But it will still Lie down In warm yellow squares On the floorLike a flat Quilt, where The cat can curl And purr.
12The Poem that Got Away–By Felice Holman There I was and in it came Through the fogbank of my brainFrom the fastness of my soulShining like a glowing coal –The nearly perfect poem!Oh, it may have needed justAn alteration here or there—A little tuck, a little seamTo be exactly what I mean –The really perfect poemI’ll write it later on, I said,The idea’s clear and so’s my head.This pen I have is nearly dry.What I’ll do now is finish this pie,Then on to the perfect poem!With pen in hand quite full of inkI try not to recall.I’ve plenty of time in which to thinkBut the poem went down the kitchen sinkWith the last of the perfect pie.
13safety pin Valerie Worth Closed, it sleeps On its side Quietly, The silver Image Of some Small fish; Opened, it snaps Its tail out Like a thin Shrimp, and looks At the sharp Point with a Surprised eye
14DANDELION - by Valerie Worth Out ofGreen space,A sun:Bright forA day, burningAway toA husk, aCratered moon:BurstIn a weekTo dust:SeedingThe infinitieLawn withIts starrySmithereens.
15Spring Seeds By: Douglas Florian Spring Seeds We tilled the earth, Took out the weeds, Then in the soil Planted seeds: Pumpkin, Parsely, Carrot, Pea, Spring succeeds ex-seed-ing-ly.
16Baseball Cards #1BY JIM DANIELSOne of the 10,342 baseball cards in my parents’ attic sneezes in the dampness, remembers sweaty hands.He calls to me across hundreds of miles:Remember me, Jake Wood, 1964, 2nd base, Detroit Tigers, Series 2, No. 272?He wants to stretch his legs, climb out from between Wilbur Wood and the 4th Series Checklist wants to outsail all the other cards in a game of farthies, float down on Jose Tartabull in a game of tops. He wants to smell like fresh from the pack wants to be perfumed again with the pink smell of bubble gum.
17October SaturdayAll the leaves have turned to cornflakes.It looks as if some giant’s baby brotherhad tipped the boxand scattered them upon our lawn-millions and millions of cornflakes-crunching, crunching under our feet.When the wind blows,they rattle against each other,nervously chattering.We rake them into piles-Dad and I.Piles and piles of cornflakes!A breakfast for a whole family of giants!We do not talk much as we rake-A word here-A word there.The leaves are never silent.Inside the house my mother is packingShort sleeved shirts and faded bathing suits-Rubber clogs and flippers-In a box marked SUMMER.We are rakingBobbi Ka
18three wrestling puppies four dancing birds five laughing babies Inside My Heart by Zoe Ryder WhiteInside my heart livesone birthday partytwo jazz bandsthree wrestling puppiesfour dancing birdsfive laughing babiessix blasting spaceshipsseven lucky fireflies anda sky full of stars
19Falling Leavesby Jack PrelutskyLittle leaves fall softly down Red and yellow, orange and brown Whirling, twirling round and round Falling softly to the groundLittle leaves fall softly down To make a carpet on the ground. Then, swish, the wind comes whistling by And sends them dancing to the sky.
20When the Roses Revolted When the Roses Revolted The roses were fed up.They were sick sick sickof being symbols for love.One night they revolted,crept out of flower shops,jumped out of windowsand touched the dirt!They spent that nightdrinking real night air,carousing with clover,boogying with bluebells,dancing with dandelions,and in this way theyrediscovered theirroots.~ Ralph Fletcher
21Fog by Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet Fog by Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
22Some one by Walter De la Mare Some one by Walter De la Mare. Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Someone came knocking; I'm sure-sure-sure; I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right, But nought there was a stirring In the still dark night; Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall, Only from the forest The screech-owl's call, Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall, So I know not who came knocking, At all, at all, at all.
23DREAMS by Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
24The Tree On The Cornerby Lilian MooreI’ve seen the tree on the corner in spring bud and summer green. Yesterday it was yellow gold.Then a cold wind began to blow. Now I know – you really do not seea tree until you see its bones.
25PAPER CLIPS By Rebecca Kai Dotlich With tiny teeth of tin they take one slender breath before they make a move, and then --- a silver pinch! With jaws no bigger than an inch these dragon grips are small and slight --- but conquer pages with one bite!
26Foghornsby Langston HughesThe foghorns moaned in the bay last night so sad so deep I thought I heard the city crying in its sleep
27City In the morning the city Spreads its wings Making a song In stone that sings. In the evening the city Goes to bed Hanging lights About its head. Langston Hughes
28April Rain Song BY LANGSTON HUGHES Let the rain kiss you April Rain Song BY LANGSTON HUGHES Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night— And I love the rain.“April Rain Song” How do YOU define rain? To Langston Hughes, he loves the rain and it is a peace giver. I know this from his line, “ Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” For me this sounds like a calming and peaceful thought of his. I think he tells us that the rain is quiet and calming and is his escape to another place. A happier place. Also, I think the rain makes him curious about what the world is here for. I can picture this while reading the quotes, “ Let the rain fall upon your head in little silver drops” and “The rain makes still puddles on the sidewalk.” These sentences make me think he is pondering life and the rain. Trying to define the rain from his poetry context and how he feels about the rain is simply looking at the words in another light. He simply loves the rain for if not, he would not let the rain “kiss” him.Reply For Langston Hughes, he expresses that he loves the rain, “I love the rain”. Including by the rain guiding him, based by two lines that define “Let the rain sing you a lullaby” and “The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night”. Rain is like a guardian angel for Langston, that lets you have a better controlled life. As the rain pours, “Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops”. Langston Hughes indicates that rain will guide you through everything you do, day through night. Rain is there.
29Who has seen the wind Who has seen the wind Who has seen the wind Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you; But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing through. Neither you nor I; But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.
30My Baby Brother My baby brother is so small, he hasn't even learned to crawl. He's only been around a week, and all he seems to do is bawl and wiggle, sleep and leak.
31Hold Fast to Dream by Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams, For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.In the poem Dreams by Langston Hughes, Hughes explores the idea that without dreams, life is without meaning. Hughes's poem expresses that one can't give up on dreams and without dreams life is a waste. Hughes first express the need for dream in the first 4 lines when he says: Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. These 4 lines show that he thinks that life without dreams is a waste, like a "broken-winged bird/ That cannot fly" (Hughes 3-4). Next Hughes compares a life without dreams to a cold barren field when he says, "For when dreams go/ Life is a barren field/ Frozen with snow" (Hughes 6-8). In this part of the poem, Hughes compares a loss of dreams to a barren field while expressing that without dreams, nothing can happen, because being like a barren field, nothing will ever grow. I found this poem compelling because it can relate to all people. All people dream and all people have felt the pain of losing something you've dreamed of. Another thing that made it compelling was Hughes's use of good metaphors. I can visualize his metaphors, like the broken-winged bird, and make the comparison to dreams. In general, I like the feel and rhythm of his poems, and thats why I chose it.
32City Child by Lois Lenski The sidewalk is my yard, The lampost is my tree. Up three long flights of stairs, My home is Flat 4C.
33THIS TOOTH\by Lee Bennett Hopkins I jiggled it jaggled it jerked it. I pushed and pulled and poked it. But-- As soon as I stopped and left it alone, This tooth came out on its very own!
34In AutumnFannie MontgomeryThey're coming down in showers, The leaves all gold and red; They're covering the little flowers, And tucking them in bed. They've spread a fairy carpet All up and down the street; And when we skip along to school, They rustle 'neath our feet.
35Closing Day Thought I wonder if our schoolbooks are lonely all the day While through the long vacation in cupboards put away? I wonder if the blackboard seems rather out of place Without a single piece of chalk to mark upon its face? I wonder if the schoolroom is sometimes lonely, too While standing bare and empty without a thing to do? But this we can assure them. When summer days all flee We'll join them in September and keep them company. -Leland B. Jacobs
36Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROSTWhose 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.
37The Road Not TakenTwo 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 marked 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 one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost