poe try 4 th grade study. focus on genre: poetry pp. 514-523
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Poetry
4th Grade Study
Focus on Focus on Genre: Genre: PoetryPoetry
pp. 514-pp. 514-523523
A poem can tell a story, express a feeling, or capture a moment. It can please the ear, using rhyme, musical rhythm,
and word sounds. It can delight the eye with words that make a picture on the page. In
its lines and stanzas, its images can make you see,
smell, taste, and feel the world around you.Houghton Mifflin: Traditions p. 515
The Seed (p. 517)
How does it know,this little seed,if it is to growto a flower or weed,if it is to bea vine or shoot,or grow to a treewith a long deep root?A seed is so small,where do you supposeit stores up allof the things it knows?
by Aileen Fisher
The Seed (p. 517)
How does it know,this little seed,if it is to growto a flower or weed,if it is to bea vine or shoot,or grow to a treewith a long deep root?A seed is so small,where do you supposeit stores up allof the things it knows?
by Aileen Fisher
By Myself (p. 517)When I’m by myselfAnd I close my eyesI’m a twinI’m a dimple in a chinI’m a room full of toysI’m a squeaky noiseI’m a gospel songI’m a gongI’m a leaf turning redI’m a loaf of brown breadI’m a whatever I want to beAn anything I care to beAnd when I open my eyesWhat I care to beIs me
by Eloise Greenfield
By Myself (p. 517)When I’m by myselfAnd I close my eyesI’m a twinI’m a dimple in a chinI’m a room full of toysI’m a squeaky noiseI’m a gospel songI’m a gongI’m a leaf turning redI’m a loaf of brown breadI’m a whatever I want to beAn anything I care to beAnd when I open my eyesWhat I care to beIs me
by Eloise Greenfield
Ode to My Shoes (p. 518)
my shoesrestall nightunder my bed
tired they stretchand loosentheir laces
wide openthey fall asleepand dreamof walking
they revisitthe placesthey went toduring the day
and wake upcheerfulrelaxedso soft
by Francisco X. Alarcón
Ode to My Shoes (p. 518)
my shoesrestall nightunder my bed
tired they stretchand loosentheir laces
wide openthey fall asleepand dreamof walking
they revisitthe placesthey went toduring the day
and wake upcheerfulrelaxedso soft
by Francisco X. Alarcón
Pencils (p. 519) by Barbara Esbensen
The rooms in a pencilare narrowbut elephants castles andwatermelonsfit in
In a pencilnoisy words yell for attentionand quiet words wait their turn
How did they slipinto such a tight place?Whogives them theirlunch?
From a broken pencilan unbroken poem will come!There is a long story livingin the shortest pencil
Every word in yourpencilis fearless ready to walkthe blue tightrope linesReadyto teeter and smiledown Ready to come right outand show youthinking!
Pencils (p. 519) by Barbara Esbensen
The rooms in a pencilare narrowbut elephants castles andwatermelonsfit in
In a pencilnoisy words yell for attentionand quiet words wait their turn
How did they slipinto such a tight place?Whogives them theirlunch?
From a broken pencilan unbroken poem will come!There is a long story livingin the shortest pencil
Every word in yourpencilis fearless ready to walkthe blue tightrope linesReadyto teeter and smiledown Ready to come right outand show youthinking!
The Anteater (p. 520)
The anteater’s long and tacky tongue is snaking from its snout.
A thousand termites riding in,but no one riding out.
by Douglas Florian
The Anteater (p. 520)
The anteater’s long and tacky tongue is snaking from its snout.
A thousand termites riding in,but no one riding out.
by Douglas Florian
The Panther (p. 520)
The panther is like a leopard,Except it hasn’t been peppered.Should you behold a panther crouch,Prepare to say Ouch.Better yet, if called by a panther,Don’t anther.
by Ogden Nash
The Panther (p. 520)
The panther is like a leopard,Except it hasn’t been peppered.Should you behold a panther crouch,Prepare to say Ouch.Better yet, if called by a panther,Don’t anther.
by Ogden Nash
Rabbit (p. 521) A rabbit
bit A little bit An itty-bitty
Little bit of beet. Then bit By bit He bit
Because he liked the taste of it. But when he bit A wee bit more, It was more bitter than before. “This beet is bitter!” Rabbit cried. “I feel a bit unwell inside!” But when he bit Another bite, that bit of beet Seemed quite all right. BesidesWhen all is said and done, Better bitter beet Than none.
by Mary Ann Hoberman
Rabbit (p. 521) A rabbit
bit A little bit An itty-bitty
Little bit of beet. Then bit By bit He bit
Because he liked the taste of it. But when he bit A wee bit more, It was more bitter than before. “This beet is bitter!” Rabbit cried. “I feel a bit unwell inside!” But when he bit Another bite, that bit of beet Seemed quite all right. BesidesWhen all is said and done, Better bitter beet Than none.
by Mary Ann Hoberman
Sky-Fish (p. 522)Yesterdaywe thought of fishingwhen the lake was purpled-out.But we didn’ttake our fish polesor our hooks . . . we went without.
Uncle Stephenrowed the rowboatwhere the moon made silver bands,and our fingersfished for moonfish,but they slithered from our hands.
Then we triedto catch the starfishbobbing bright, with shiny scales,but they dribbledthrough our fingersas they flicked their starfish tails.
Yesterdaywe went out fishingwhere the sky-fish glittered bright,and I’m gladwe didn’t catch themso they’ll still be there tonight.
by Aileen Fisher
Sky-Fish (p. 522)Yesterdaywe thought of fishingwhen the lake was purpled-out.But we didn’ttake our fish polesor our hooks . . . we went without.
Uncle Stephenrowed the rowboatwhere the moon made silver bands,and our fingersfished for moonfish,but they slithered from our hands.
Then we triedto catch the starfishbobbing bright, with shiny scales,but they dribbledthrough our fingersas they flicked their starfish tails.
Yesterdaywe went out fishingwhere the sky-fish glittered bright,and I’m gladwe didn’t catch themso they’ll still be there tonight.
by Aileen Fisher
I Watched an Eagle Soar (p. 523)
Grandmother,I watched an eagle soarhigh in the skyuntil a cloud covered him up.Grandmother,I still saw the eaglebehind my eyes.
by Virginia Driving hawk Sneve
I Watched an Eagle Soar (p. 523)
Grandmother,I watched an eagle soarhigh in the skyuntil a cloud covered him up.Grandmother,I still saw the eaglebehind my eyes.
by Virginia Driving hawk Sneve
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