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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

This Week's Blogger - Parker!

This week I want to talk about poems. We have to illustrate poems almost every day in our journals (eldnerf is the word we use for journal in class, which is Frendle backwards…means pen) anyways…there are many different types of poems like alphabet, acrostic (which we used when we studied the Amazon Rain Forest), and ballads. This is a poem that I have selected to share…

By Shel Silverstein

My beard grows to my toes
I never wears no clothes
I wraps my hair
Around my bare
And down the road I goes

This is an example of a limerick. The first second and fifth lines rhyme and the third and fourth lines rhyme with each other. I shared this poem because it was funny and I really like Shel Silverstein poems. I just learned about another kind of poem a Cinquain.

Cinquains have five lines
Line 1: Title (noun) - 1 word
Line 2: Description - 2 words
Line 3: Action - 3 words
Line 4: Feeling (phrase) - 4 words
Line 5: Title (synonym for the title) - 1 word


Joanna said...

Parker, thanks for blogging about poetry! There are so many interesting kinds. Here's one I made for you:

In Mrs. Carpenter's class one day
The students made things out of hay.
They made a city with streets and cars,
The sun, the moon, the shining stars,
And when the teacher asked in awe,
'Did you buy that hay at a normal store?'
They laughed and said, 'Oh, no, no, no!
We planted it and watched it grow!
And now we're using it to make
New worlds that will not bend or break.
Hay is the best material
Except, of course, for cereal.'
Their city grew and grew each day,
So now we all live in the hay.

Ron (Parker's Dad) said...

Parker--nice blog, kiddo. You and your schoolmates have done a nice job of letting the world know what is going on in your school from your own perspectives.

Emilie Lin said...

Dear Parker,

Wow, you love poetry. I personally find poetry is really hard to understand, partly because English is not my native language. For example, I didn't know it's grammatically acceptable to use "goes" after "I" as in the last verse of your "MY BEARD" poem. Does this mean that poetry allows authors to bend grammaticaly rules?

Ron (Parker's Dad) said...

Miss Emilie,

My dad says authors do sometimes break rules of grammar if they need or want to.


detroitnochikaku said...

Hi, Parker! Nice blog entry and a very nice picture! I also like reading Shel Silverstein's books. This is not a poem book but have you ever read "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O" by Silverstein? It's a nice story and Selden's uncle read it at our wedding.
From Hiromi (Selden's mom)

Ron (Parker's Dad) said...


Your grandma and grandpa wanted me to post this comment for them:

Hi Parker,
We enjoyed your information about poetry and the Silverstein poem was fun to read.
You are learning so much at your school. We hope that we get to visit your school next school year. Keep on learning and experiencing wonderful things. We hope that you had a great day at the farmers’ market this week.
Grand daddy Arthur and Grandma Evelyn
Down on the sunny Gulf Coast

klandini said...

This is totally awesome that you are posting a blog and learning not only about poems, but also about computer technology. I want to go back to school! Kim

Catherine said...

I enjoyed reading your blog. It was very informative. I hope you have a fun summer. Here is my favorite Shel Silverstein poem. It is called "I Cannot Go To School Today!"

"I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There's a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!"