1. The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white chickens.

2. The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white chickens.

3. This is Just to Say William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious so sweet
and so cold

4. This is Just to Say William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious so sweet
and so cold

5. Landscape With The Fall of Icarus William Carlos Williams
a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near
the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings’ wax
unsignificantly off the coastthere was
a splash quite unnoticed this was Icarus drowning

6. Landscape With The Fall of Icarus William Carlos Williams
a farmer was ploughing his field the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near
the edge of the sea concerned with itself sweating in the sun that melted the wings’ wax
unsignificantly off the coastthere was
a splash quite unnoticed this was Icarus drowning

7. STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by Robert Frost
Whose 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.

8. STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by Robert Frost
Whose 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.

9. The Tiger By William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

10. The Tiger By William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

11. Dog by Valerie Worth Under a maple tree The dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his side,
Sighs, closes
His eyes: sleeps
All afternoon
In his loose skin.

12. Dog by Valerie Worth Under a maple tree The dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his side,
Sighs, closes
His eyes: sleeps
All afternoon
In his loose skin.

13. The Pasture By Robert Frost
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.

14. The Pasture By Robert Frost
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.

15. “Street Music” by Arnold Adoff
T h i s    c i t y: t h e a l w a y s n o i s e g  r  i  n  d  i  n  g up     from     the s u b w a y s u n d e r g r o u n d: slamming from bus tires and taxi horns and engines of cars and trucks in all
v  o  c  a  b  u  l  a  r  i  e  s of clas flash screeching hot  metal    l a n g u a g e c  o  m  b  i  n  a  t  i  o  n  s: as    p l a n e s o v e r h e a d r o a r an o r c h e s t r a of rolling  drums and battle blasts assaulting my ears w i t h t h e a l w a y s n o i s e   of t h i s   c i t y:
street    music.
“Street Music” by Arnold Adoff

16. “Street Music” by Arnold Adoff
T h i s    c i t y: t h e a l w a y s n o i s e g  r  i  n  d  i  n  g up     from     the s u b w a y s u n d e r g r o u n d: slamming from bus tires and taxi horns and engines of cars and trucks in all
v  o  c  a  b  u  l  a  r  i  e  s of clas flash screeching hot  metal    l a n g u a g e c  o  m  b  i  n  a  t  i  o  n  s: as    p l a n e s o v e r h e a d r o a r an o r c h e s t r a of rolling  drums and battle blasts assaulting my ears w i t h t h e a l w a y s n o i s e   of t h i s   c i t y:
street    music.
“Street Music” by Arnold Adoff

17. The Apple by S.C. Rigg

18. The Apple by S.C. Rigg

19. “Love that Boy” by Walter Dean Myers
like a rabbit loves to run
I said love that boy
Love to call him in the morning
love to call him
“Hey there, son!”

20. “Love that Boy” by Walter Dean Myers
like a rabbit loves to run
I said love that boy
Love to call him in the morning
love to call him
“Hey there, son!”

21. What makes a poem? A poem can have...
Rythm
It makes a picture in your mind...an image
rhythm
Just a few words
repetition
A feeling, an emotion
assonance
A poem can have...
A few words, lots of meaning
Reader can put in their own meaning
Sentences don’t have to be proper
rhyme
By 5C March 2011

22. Poetry Writing Traits: Love That Poem
Use the second slide in this presentation to write your own poem; use your own idea or feeling, but use the form of the poem. When you have finished choose 3 to put on the blog. After you have read some form other people, revise your 3, ready to hand in.
Poetry Writing Traits: Love That Poem
Below standard
meets standard
exceeds standard
Ideas
Idea is unclear or unfocused *May include random ideas.
Focuses on a single idea. *Idea may be understandable, but still fuzzy
Presents a fresh, original idea *Focuses on an idea, feeling, or experience *Uses specific, concrete images
Organization
Sequencing is illogical, or not evident. 
No punctuation.
Sequencing is logical *The poetry form has been followed with few or no errors.
Some punctuation & line breaks.
Uses a logical, effective organizational strategy. *Poem uses form to interpret idea creatively and effectively. *Punctuation & line breaks enhance meaning.
Word choice
General or ordinary words *Attempts new words with limited success *may include inappropriate words or limited use of vocabulary
*Attempts to use descriptive words to create images *Tries to use words for specificity *Experiments with new and different words with some success
Precise, original, fresh words *Creates vivid images