“Writers are Readers,” Year 6 learning Poetry from the Greats
Year 6 spent the past weeks learning from the works of Shakespeare, Lord Byron, E. Dickinson, W. Whitman, E.A. Poe, Edgar, Frost, etc.
What they learned from them was more than literary devices and diction, but meaning, expression, feeling and more… they found a voice.
Here are some of them:
| That caring person that you have been to me V. Podhradska |
| I’d like to be the caring person that you all have been to me To be the grateful help that you have always been glad to be I’d like to be the sun in your life that always makes your day As you have been, dear family to me, and always led me the right way I’d support you in the big things and the small things like you supported me I’ll always stand by your side and forever I will be I’d like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard from you I’d like to pay back all those years that you’ve passed with me through I’d like to give you back the joy that you have given me, and I’m able to sacrifice anything for you like you did for me You can trust me in anything from day to dawn Even in the darkest hours I’m the one to lean upon I’ll never forget all the happy moments that you and I share And I’m grateful that everytime I needed you, you were always there And if I could have just one wish it would only be; I’d like to be the caring person that you all have been to me |
| Look at the animal’s soul D. Kurilo |
| You saw a freezing cat outside? I thought you would help it… But, you said it was dirty You saw a skinny, bonny dog around the house? I thought you will feed it… But you just glanced on it with disgust You saw a dying,sick bird in the snow? I thought you will heal it… But you were scared as a little mouse to be sick by yourself. There were two cats in the pet shop One was beautiful white and the other was dirty grey You took the beautiful one And it bit you to blood Remember look at the animals soul What I am saying you mean? I mean don’t judge animal by beauty Judge by its poor, dying soul |
| On the Other Side By Alejandra Bremont Strakova |
| Every night I go to bed, And then appear in an unknown land, Where there is candy, And it’s fancy. Where the sky is blue, and bright. Filled with mostly good views. But sometimes it is not like that, Sometimes it is very, very dark. This makes me really mad. And there are times that I get sad. There are creatures all around, And sometimes they are behind. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, But I can’t feel a thing when they are around, The things that see me but I can’t see back. I feel next to nothing, Not even a bruise, Not even a scratch. There are times that I can hear them, Moving up and down. I see some eyes in the dark, Staring at me, blank. I can feel them coming closer, And try to catch my breath. I get startled, and scared. Trying to run, to get away. My legs do not move, There is a voice in my head. Turn your back and fight them, You have to be brave. And I know it sounds crazy, But it aint a lie. My mom calls it a bad dream, but I call it something else. They try to get into my dreams, It is a nightmare, Oh I see! I close my eyes at night And try to dream of new amazing worlds, With amazing, different creatures. Seeing some new and different lands, Of what could be a better life… On the other side. |
| Two faced dancer – L. Derkay |
Dancers are fighters we go through pain Sometimes we feel like we’re on a chain We train alone in our rooms for hours Knowing that we have zero powers We just have to be strong and never give up Because I know that me and dance will never break up Knowing that your voice doesn’t matter Sometimes you feel like your life is gonna shatter Point your feet straighten your back All those corrections and we never talk back Going to all those competitions here and there You always have to be prepared to how the judges compare When practise finally finishes and we get off the dance floor We train more and more even if your body is extremely sore I just want to think about something different than dance for a minute But I guess that’s really high above my limit I really just want to dance and be free That’s really what Ive ever wanted to feel When I dance I just want all of my problems disappear And the whole crowd starts to cheer I just want to dance and nothing more And you have to feel that feeling through your core |
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