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  • 7/28/2019 B Draft 4 Ideas for Revising

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    Name of Poet: __________________

    Ideas for Revising

    Say a student wrote a poem but was stuck on the

    idea of rhyming every line with a poem that went

    something like this:

    The lawn has flowersthat look like towersthey are getting mowedthen they are towedthe blade is sourwith all its powerthe flower must cowerwith the smell of gas

    and the mower coming past

    This poem has a lot of interesting ideas in it: a

    cowardly flower that doesnt want to grow because

    it will get mowed. Blowing grass. The sour blade of

    a lawn mower. However, because the poets are

    very focused on rhyming each line, its not easy to

    understand what theyre trying to talk about in the

    poem.

    Dandelions are like towersover the grass

    The yellow head cowerswith the smell of gasIt lives in fear of the mowercoming to pass

    The blade is sour

    I started to write about just regular flowers but then

    I thought about what kind of flower would be afraid

    of a mower, so I changed it to a more specific

    flower.

    Then I wondered what would happen if I took all thesame ideas in the poem but didnt try to rhyme at

    all

    FIRST DRAFT

    Weed is such anunfair nameThis soft delicious yellow I

    showMy soft spongypetalsTouching your cheekDont you love that?Doesnt it fill youWith the promiseof summer?Yet every week its the sameThe horrid shriek

    Of whirring bladesRevving engineThe mower comes

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    SECOND DRAFT

    Weed is such an unfair namefor my delicious yellow

    Dont my soft spongy petalscaressing your cheekfill you with the promiseof summer?

    Yet every week its the same

    The horrid shriekof whirring bladesrevving engine

    The mower plows

    THIRD DRAFT

    Dandelions Lament

    Weed is such an unfair name

    for my delicious yellow

    My soft spongy petalscaress your cheek

    A glimpse of this bright bloomfills you with the promise of summer

    Yet every week its the same

    The horrid shriekof whirring bladesof revving engineof putrid exhaust

    The mower plows