Butterfly
Flutter
By
Flutter Flutter
By
Butterflies
Flutterbies
Our wings Our wings
Painted
Fragile
Beautiful
We fly We fly
Fluttering
Flittering Fluttering
Fluttering Flittering
By
Floating
Over grassy fields
Across river banks
Through quiet forests
We fly We fly
On painted wings
We soar We soar
On summer breeze
Away Away
We will retreat
When leaves
Are painted
With Autumn's grace
We flutter
Flutter Flitter
Flitter Flutter
Flutter Flitter
Flutter Flutter
By.
A Flower's Life
We are seeds
Deep in the earth
Change Change
We feel lighter
Sunlight
We are free
We feel rain
Falling out of the sky
We grow We grow
Tall
Reaching Reaching
Higher
Change Change
We bloom
Leaves
Green
Sky
Blue
Sun
Shine
Seasons
Change
The air The air
Is cold
The days The days
Grow short
The leaves The leaves
Change
We wilt We wilt
With the cold
It's time to go
We say goodbye
To the deep blue sky
to the tall tall trees
To the blades of grass
Goodbye
Goodbye
Now we must die
But we'll come again
When the sun rays shine
And warms the earth
For life again.
We Are Trees
Oh the things
That we have seen
We have seen We have seen
Centuries
Pass
Wars
Come
Wars
End
People People
Come
And go
Time Time
Passes
Leaves Leaves
Change
The world
Keeps turning
Changing
Changing
Yet we remain Yet we remain
Add
A ring
For every year For every year
We will be here
Until the end
We fear We fear
To see much more
Come to pass
For time
As we said
Lasts and lasts Lasts and lasts
Beech
Maple
Oak
Ash
Birch
Willow
Poplar
Pine
We are trees We are trees
Growing
Tall
Standing
Still
Deciduous
And Evergreen
As
Time
Goes
On.
Raindrops
Down
Down
Down
We go
Towards the Earth
From the sky
From the clouds
To the ground
Down
We
Go
SMASH
On the rocks
SPLASH
In the stream
TAP
On the glass
We pour We pour
Ourselves
Out
Covering
The ground
Quenching
The dirt
We make puddles
For yellow rain boots
Of children
To play To play
The sound we make
On the roof
Makes many
Want to sleep
But when thunder cracks
And lightning strikes
They lay awake instead
It's raining It's raining
Cats
And dogs
They say
But we beg to disagree
We are raindrops We are raindrops
Soaring
Down
Down
Down
We go.
Snowflakes
The air
Is cold
We form
So cold
We fall
Still cold
A blanket
Ice cold
We make
White White
Our shapes
Unique Unique
Look close
You'll see You'll see
We blow
Across Across
The sky
On wind
We soar We soar
Until
We land
And melt
Or stay
Winter
Is our season
A wonderland
We make
For children
We mean school is out
They cry
SNOW DAY SNOW DAY
Snow men
Igloos
Forts
They make
Their angels
Form around us
The sun The sun
Shines bright
We start to fade
We melt We melt
Away
Away
Away
We go
But we'll be back
Some day
We are snowflakes We are snowflakes
We cannot stay
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Two Voice Poetry Book Final Draft
Below is a link to the ebook that I created to hold my poems for two voices:
Myebook - Nature's Voices
Myebook - Nature's Voices
Introduction: Photo Story Piece
I was very intrigued by the mini lesson that began the interest for my “Photo Story Piece”. I even used the idea for my Teaching and Learning in the Digital Age Class with a photo prompt activity that allowed students to write a story from a famous photo of the Civil Rights era. My revision began after reading over my first draft, I knew that I wanted to continue with the piece and find another picture to use and change my story so I searched online for a picture taken during the Great Depression. After I found an interesting photograph, I pasted it onto a word document and began typing a short narrative from the perspective of the young boy in the foreground of the photo. From the second draft, I moved to glogster and created a glog that includes the narrative, photo, video from “SchoolTube”, and graphics. To create this final product, I used the glog genre (glogs have become a new and innovative digital genre) and histoical photo based writing to create a fictional narrative genre, which uses photography as a creative writing prompt. The fictional narrative genre allows the writer to create a narrative that is completely made up, they can make the narrative realistic or unrealistic and branch into any other genre they choose such as science fiction, fantasy, memoirs, and many others . I combined these two genres to create a “Fictional Narrative Glog”.
Genre References
Below are links to some of the sites that I used as references to help me create my final product:
Glogster:
http://edu.glogster.com/what-is-glogster-edu/
http://glogsteredu.edu.glogster.com/glog-edu/
Fictional Narrative:
http://www.greatsource.com/iwrite/students/s_fic_narr.html
examples:
http://old.sandi.net/depts/literacy/student_sample/narrative/7_ondemand.pdf
Photo Prompt Writing:
http://www.creativity-portal.com/prompts/kellner/
examples:
http://ettc.lrhsd.org/pictureprompt/intro.html
Glogster:
http://edu.glogster.com/what-is-glogster-edu/
http://glogsteredu.edu.glogster.com/glog-edu/
Fictional Narrative:
http://www.greatsource.com/iwrite/students/s_fic_narr.html
examples:
http://old.sandi.net/depts/literacy/student_sample/narrative/7_ondemand.pdf
Photo Prompt Writing:
http://www.creativity-portal.com/prompts/kellner/
examples:
http://ettc.lrhsd.org/pictureprompt/intro.html
Photo Story Piece Draft 2
1930, Great Depression
greatdepression-causes.com
I don’t know why this man with his fancy picture taker keeps coming by to see me and Jeremy. He talks to mama for a while, snaps a few pictures of us, and then he is gone. I’m hungry, there’s a hollow feeling in my stomach that won’t go away. I gave my bread mama gave us to Jeremy last night, he ate it gratefully, gobbling it up like it would disappear. They call this place that we live in a Hooverville in this big old Dust Bowl that’s all around us. I feel like I’ve been rolling in this giant Bowl of Dust for years and years. The dirt sticks to me and won’t let go, mama tries to wash me and Jeremy off but it doesn’t do any good. Our Pa left us a few months ago; he said it wasn’t worth it anymore. I still don’t know what he meant by that. Were we not worth it anymore? Was life not worth it anymore? Was trying to fight his way out of this bowl of dust not worth it anymore? I don’t know. I’m only five, so maybe I’ll know when I’m older. He told me and Jeremy that he loved us, and that I would have to be the man of the family now. I’m only five.
Photo Story Piece Final Draft
Below is a link to the glog I created as a final draft of my photo story piece that originated from the daybook activity we did as a class for the mini lesson on photo prompt writing:
Photo Story Piece - eportfolio: text, images, music, video Glogster EDU - 21st century multimedia tool for educators, teachers and students
Photo Story Piece - eportfolio: text, images, music, video Glogster EDU - 21st century multimedia tool for educators, teachers and students
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