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5 th Grade Poetry Study. Mr. Cunningham Imagine School at Town Center. A Summer Morning - Rachel Field. I saw dawn creep across the sky, And all the gulls go flying by. I saw the sea put on its dress Of blue midsummer loveliness, And heard the trees begin to stir
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5th Grade Poetry Study Mr. Cunningham Imagine School at Town Center
A Summer Morning - Rachel Field I saw dawn creep across the sky, And all the gulls go flying by. I saw the sea put on its dress Of blue midsummer loveliness, And heard the trees begin to stir Green arms of pine and juniper. I heard the wind call out and say, "Get up, my dear, it is today!"
Homework! Oh, Homework! - Jack Prelutsky Homework! Oh, Homework! I hate you! You stink! I wish I could wash you away in the sink, if only a bomb would explode you to bits. Homework! Oh, homework! You're giving me fits. I'd rather take baths with a man-eating shark, or wrestle a lion alone in the dark, eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines, than tackle the homework my teacher assigns. Homework! Oh, homework! You're last on my list, I simply can't see why you even exist, if you just disappeared it would tickle me pink. Homework! Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink!
A Theory - Charles Simic If a cuckoo comes into the village Of cuckoos to cuckoo and it's Monday, And all the cuckoos should be outdoors working, But instead there's no one anywhere At home, or on the road overgrown with weeds, Or even at the little gray schoolhouse, Oh then, the cuckoo who came to the village Of cuckoos to cuckoo must cuckoo alone.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree – William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always day and night I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
A Sphinx – Carl Sandburg Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper, Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you answered with gray eyes never blinking, shut lips never talking. Not one croak of anything you know has come from your cat crouch of ages. I am one of those who know all you know and I keep my questions: I know the answers you hold.
The Sloth – Theodore Roethke In moving-slow he has no Peer. You ask him something in his ear; He thinks about it for a Year; And, then, before he says a Word There, upside down (unlike a Bird) He will assume that you have Heard- A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug. But should you call his manner Smug, He’ll sigh and give his Branch a Hug; Then off again to Sleep he goes, Still swaying gently by his Toes, And you just know he knows he knows.
Washington Crossing the Delaware – David Schulman A hard, howling, tossing water scene.Strong tide was washing hero clean."How cold!" Weather stings as in anger.O Silent night shows war ace danger! The cold waters swashing on in rage.Redcoats warn slow his hint engage.When star general's action wish'd "Go!"He saw his ragged continentals row. Ah, he stands - sailor crew went going.And so this general watches rowing.He hastens - winter again grows cold.A wet crew gain Hessian stronghold. George can't lose war with's hands in;He's astern - so go alight, crew, and win!
Washington Crossing the Delaware by David Schulman • Philadelphia