Poetry

What does it mean?

I Chased a Dragon Through the Woodsby Jack Prelutsky

I chased a dragon through the woods,haranguing him all day.“I’ll catch you soon!” I taunted.“You can never get away.There’s no escaping me, my friend,”I confidently cried.“You might as well stop running,there is nowhere you can hide.

“I think that I will simply lopyour head off with my sword.”The dragon stopped and whirled aboutand ominously roared.

I Chased a Dragon Through the Woodsby Jack Prelutsky

“You’d better think again,” he boomed,and glared into my eyes.

“In case you hadn’t noticed,I’m a dozen times your size.It’s evident that I’d prevailif ever we should fight,I’m quite accomplished with my claws,and furthermore, I bite.”

I thought about the dragon’s words,and couldn’t disagree --I chased a dragon through the woods, and now he’s chasing me.

Safe?By Shel Silverstein

I look to the left,

I look to the right,

Before I ever

Move my feet.

No cars to the left,

No cars to the right,

I guess it’s safe

To cross the street...

Here ComesBy Shel Silverstein

Here comes summer,

Here comes summer,

Chirping robin, budding rose.

Here comes summer,

Here comes summer,

Gentle showers, summer clothes.

Here comes summer,

Here comes summer --

Whoosh -- shiver -- there it goes.

Isn’t My Name Magical?By James Berry

Nobody can see my name on me.My name is insideand all over me, unseenlike other people also keep it.Isn’t my name magical?

My name is mine only.It tells I am individual,the one special person it shakeswhen I’m wanted.

Isn’t My Name Magical?By James Berry

Even if someone else answersfor me, my message hangs in the airhaunting others till it stopswith me, the right name.Isn’t your name and my name magic?

If I’m with hundreds of peopleand my name gets called,my sound switches me on to answerlike it was my human electricity.

Isn’t My Name Magical?By James Berry

My name echoes across playgrounds,it comes, it demands my attention.I have to find out who calls,who wants me for what.My name gets blurted out in class,it is terror, at a bad time,because somebody is cross.

Isn’t My Name Magical?By James Berry

My name gets called in a whisperI am happy, becausemy name may have touched mewith a living voice.Isn’t it all magic?

Your Name

How do you feel about your name?

Your Task

Use your brainstorm to help you write a short poem that shows how you feel about your name.

Music

Reaches out and calls me to

Careen

Around the

Room with my daughter,

Lydia

Who is Mr. Carl?

MarkQuestion mark

Birth mark

Beauty mark

Maker’s Mark

Hit the mark

Leave a mark

On the mark

I’m a Mark