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Warm-up. Write a paragraph responding to the following: Make a list of the things that you do during an ordinary day. What is the first thing you do in the morning? What is the last thing you do before bed? What is your favorite part of the day? Why?. Catalogue Poems. Catalogue Poems.
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Warm-up Write a paragraph responding to the following: • Make a list of the things that you do during an ordinary day. • What is the first thing you do in the morning? • What is the last thing you do before bed? • What is your favorite part of the day? Why?
Catalogue Poems • Bring together many different images. • Repetition of images. • Creates a rolling sound.
Woman Work • I've got the children to tendThe clothes to mendThe floor to mopThe food to shopThen the chicken to fryThe baby to dryI got company to feedThe garden to weedI've got shirts to pressThe tots to dressThe can to be cutI gotta clean up this hutThen see about the sickAnd the cotton to pick.Shine on me, sunshineRain on me, rainFall softly, dewdropsAnd cool my brow again.Storm, blow me from hereWith your fiercest windLet me float across the sky'Til I can rest again.Fall gently, snowflakesCover me with whiteCold icy kisses andLet me rest tonight.Sun, rain, curving skyMountain, oceans, leaf and stoneStar shine, moon glowYou're all that I can call my own
Warm-up • Write out the lyrics to a song. • Be sure you have at least one verse and the chorus written down.
Warm-up Infinitive: a verb plus the word “to”-Ex: to run, to jump, to skate, to leap-They should be viewed as ONE word-Cannot be separated Split infinitive: the name of the error when you separate an infinitive-Ex: to not leave, to quickly write, to secretly say
Practice 1.) I was told to always keep a good look out. 2.) She said I had to quickly finish my homework. 3.) I really want to fully understand this concept. 4.) She was impatient to finally leave home. 5.) He decided to completely re-write his essay.
Ballad • A song that tells a story, often about love, death, or betrayal. • Can be sad or humorous. • Use a steady rhythm. • Simple pattern of rhymes. • Make them easy to remember. • Uses repetition. • Often by using refrain: a phrase or a stanza that is repeated throughout the work, usually at the end of each verse. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9nPf7w7pDI
If I should stay, I would only be in your way. So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way. And I will always love you. I will always love you. You, my darling you. Hmm. Bittersweet memories that is all I'm taking with me. So, goodbye. Please, don't cry. We both know I'm not what you, you need. And I will always love you. I will always love you. (Instrumental solo) I hope life treats you kind And I hope you have all you've dreamed of. And I wish to you, joy and happiness. But above all this, I wish you love. And I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I, I will always love you. You, darling, I love you. Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.
Folk Ballad • Composed by unknown singers. • Passed along orally for many years. • Still sung today.
Literary Ballads • Imitate old sung ballads. • All tell a tale.
“Ballad of Birmingham” • Describes the horrifying 1963 bombing of the 16th St. Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama. • Four children were killed. • Uses a simple abcb rhyme pattern. • Mood – despair • Mother and daughter talk in the beginning. • Irony – when what you expect contradicts what actually happens.
Ballad of Birmingham “Mother dear, may I go downtown Instead of out to play, And march the streets of Birmingham In a Freedom March today?” “No, baby, no, you may not go, For the dogs are fierce and wild, And clubs and hoses, guns and jails Aren’t good for a little child.” “But, mother, I won’t be alone. Other children will go with me, And march the streets of Birmingham To make our country free.” “No, baby, no, you may not go, For I fear those guns will fire. But you may go to church instead And sing in the children’s choir.” She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair, And bathed rose petal sweet, And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands, And white shoes on her feet. The mother smiled to know her child Was in the sacred place, But that smile was the last smile To come upon her face. For when she heard the explosion, Her eyes grew wet and wild. She raced through the streets of Birmingham Calling for her child. She clawed through bits of glass and brick, Then lifted out a shoe. “O, here’s the shoe my baby wore, But, baby, where are you?”