How can you picture the setting of a poem in your mind? In the Garden A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.

In this lesson, you will learn how to visualize a poem’s setting by picturing what it looks and sounds like.

Let’s Review Poems are a type of creative writing. Poets use descriptive language. Wow! I can really picture that in my mind!

A Common Mistake STOP Missing the small nouns person placething NOUN

Core Lesson Visualization “In the Garden” By Emily Dickinson

In the Garden A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sideways to the wall To let a beetle pass. What does this look and sound like?

Core Lesson In the Garden A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sideways to the wall To let a beetle pass. What does this look and sound like?

Core Lesson Highlight the nouns in a stanza. 1 2 Ask yourself, “What does this look and sound like?” 3 Visualize the setting.

In this lesson, you have learned how to visualize a poem’s setting by picturing what it looks and sounds like.

Guided Practice Read the next stanza of the poem “In the Garden.” Find the nouns. Ask yourself what it looks and sounds like. Then, visualize! He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad, - They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head

Extension Activities Read a poem of your choice. Practice visualizing the setting by asking yourself what each stanza looks and sounds like.

Use drawing and coloring supplies to make your visualizations a reality. How do your pictures compare to the poem?

Quick Quiz Read the last two stanzas of “In the Garden.” Visualize the setting by finding nouns. Ask yourself, “What does this look and sound like?” Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home Than oars divide an ocean, Too silver for a seam Or butterflies, off banks of noon, Leap, plashless, as they swim.