G2 Poem


COURSE OUTLINE: This course on Poetry introduces students to various forms of poetry like tale, ballad, sonnet, lyric, epic, mock epic, satire, free verse, etc.,Students will learn about different poetic techniques and linguistic devices used by poets to communicate their feelings and thoughts exactly and creatively.
Focus Elements:
We will learn about these types of figurative language as we progress. Students will be able to identify and create their own examples.
Simile, metaphor, personification, alliteration, onomatopoeia

The Garden Year

Sara Coleridge

Ecclesiastes 3:r-8

Paraphrased by Cynrhia Rylanr

Who has seen the wind

Christina Rossetti

My Shadow

Robert Louis Stevenson

The Hayloft

Robert Louis Stevenson

The Pasture

Robert Frosc

The Land of Counterpane

Robert Louis Stevenson

Proem from the lli,ad

Homer, trans. Thornas A. Beyer

Auld Lang Syne

Robert Burns

Christopher Columbus

Stephen Vincent Bendt

“Hope”is the thing with feathers

Ernily Dickinson

The Moon

Robert Louis Scevenson

The Ways of Livirg Things

]ack Prelutsky

The Arrow and the Song

Henry Wadsworrh Longfellow

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Eugene Field

The New Colossus

Emma Lazarus

Sample Poems

The Garden Year

Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes,loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips,lilies, roses,
Fills the children’s hands with posies.
HotJuly brings cooling showers,
Apricots, and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
\7arm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant;
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

The Land of Counterpane

Robert Louis Stevenson

NThen I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all rhe day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
\7ith different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant Land of Counterpane.

My Shadow

Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and our with me,
And what can be che use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up ro the head;
And I see him jr*p before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes ro growNot at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gers so lirtle that there’s none of him ar all.
He hasn’t gor a notion of hoi,v chiidren ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort ofway.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining drew on every buttercup;
But my lazylktle shadow,like an arranr sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me andwas fast asleep in bed.