Poetry Anson
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Grade 6 Poetry
Transcript of Poetry Anson
Table of contents Page 2: table of contents
Page 3: a little bit about the author
Page 4: poem one: ways of looking at the moon
Page 5: poem two: a haiku on the subject of time
Page 6: poem three: zorua: a poem from the viewpoint of a lost stuffed animal
Page 7: poem four: a poem about an annoying relative
Page 8: a haiku on the subject of winter
Page 2
A little bit about the author
Anson Doan was born in the US in Seattle, Washington. He lived for a while in Urbana-Champain, Illinois, but went to Vietnam when he was 5. He soon moved to Chicago, Illinois and stayed there for the summer before moving to Madison, Wisconsin. He stayed there until the end of fourth grade, after which he moved to Hanoi, Vietnam
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Poem one: ways of looking at
the moon A silver dish
Newly cleaned in the daylight
A shining ship
Sailing through the night sky
A disc of light
Cutting through the pitch black of the night
A man
Protecting the world and watching over children
Bringing wonder, hope, and dreams
Page 4
Poem two: a haiku on the
subject of time
It is always there
But you never notice it
Until it is gone
Page 5
Poem three: zorua: a poem
from the viewpoint of a lost
stuffed animal Hey, why am I here? Why haven't you fished me out like you do when I fall underneath the bed? Where are you going? Come back!
You used to think I was
The best stuffed animal in the world
Better than any other stuffed animal
I thought I was your favorite one
The one you always used
The big cheese
But apparently not
Since you left me here
And I was replaced by that dragon
Then once
I thought I was on top again
When you looked for me
But you quickly gave up
And I was forgotten again
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Poem four: a poem about an
annoying relative My "cháu Ỉn" is a demon.
She appears cute to all the adults but then she causes tons of trouble for me.
She ruins all sorts of things but the adults never see.
She seemed nice at first but then she showed her true colors.
Every day I try to think of something new to get her caught.
My mom always wants me to play with her but I try to do something nasty to her during that time instead
It normally doesn't work.
So I'm stuck with her.
I try to keep her imprisoned somewhere
Like you would do to a demon.
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Poem five: a haiku on the
subject of winter
A frozen wasteland
Filled with tons and tons of snow
Lakes frozen over
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