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new page part of lesson 2 assignment by Dave lesson 8 At Poets Place write a free verse poem Retirement has come upon me Tomorrow will begin a new era My days of employment are over Retreat with dignity and friendship Every day will be a holiday. **************************************************************************************************************************************
Dawn I wander along this avenue (a) The trees are lined in rows of two (b( A warm breeze upon my face (a) The birds sing their chorus song (b} Daffodils gently sway in grace Sun peeps through at dawn :(b) A gentle wind blows The blossoms from the trees fall Fine petals flow Like snow. © Bright leaves will spring And once again the birds will spring..(c) New lesson 17/5/18. Re write the poem in a different style A gift I was given on Christmas day Under the tree wrapped in pretty ribbon My name on display. I removed the wrapping fast A pink hand bag I gasped. I looked in the wardrobe And said ' My coat is blue and my shoes are black How can I match you?' And a thought come into my head. So right a the back On a shelve sits the pink handbag Along with the other useless gift stack. New pattern style. First verse quintet - Second verse a couplet third verse a sestet. Forth verse triplet
I can do thisI can do this NEW LESSON 12/5/2018 Lesson 1 give some thought at the things around you, and jot down what you see and then try to create a poem. This is my creation.. Poem 2 write a poem from memory after writing prose from a childhood memory. Prose at school I hated poetry and Robert Burns poetry was my fear of my classroom poetry teacher. Miss Senwick. These are my creations I haven't chose a particular rhyme or rythem{/c] First a look around the room and this is what I created from a gift I had in my wardrobe. PINK HANDBAG A gift I was given On Christmas day Wrapped with p/ retty paper and ribbon Under the tree my name on display I tore at the paper of fast A pink handbag I gasped In the wardrobe 'What can I match you?' And looked at a coat but the colour was blue All my shoes were black So on the shelve right at the back Along with the other useless gift stack. {c:greenA childhood memory . My teacher was Miss Senwick And poetry was her game She was no spring chick, but knew how to draw the cane She would call out my name And say My neice is much brighter than you And younger too Robert Burns was her poetry fame And I feared miss sendwicks and the poets name. Years went by and by chance we had a chat. 'What do you do what employment are you at?' I replied 'I'm in a electronic factory I'm a coil winder too. And to my surprise she said 'My niece is on the brew.' 'Can you speak for her and get her employment beside you.' Well well I thought, after what you put me through No way I'm going to ignore you. My note Brew Scottish for unemployment benefit; As for Robert Burns I like his poems now.
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