Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Module 6

POETRY BREAK: SERIOUS--- A serious poem about a difficult or sensitive subject in children’s or teens’ lives

Think back to when you were five years old. Try to remember what it felt like to be five years old and going to school for the very first time. The following poem is about a little boy's first day of school.

When I Was Five
by Ashok Kaul, age 11,New York, New York

      When I was five, I got out of school.
      It was the first day and
      I had already made friends.
      But none of us knew
      what was happening.
      I heard a lot of talk about
      crash mess fall tall.
      Why was everyone talking
      about mess fall hit hurt
      and tears. Fear.
      My mom took me home.
      The streets were empty.
      I heard fire trucks and police cars.
      Then my mom told me.
      The two towers were missing.
      I was five. It was September 11.
      Suddenly, I felt unsure.

        From the September/October 2008 issue of Stone Soup. www.stonesoup.com. Accessed April 23, 2009

                          Take a few minutes of silence to let the simple words of the poem soak in and to mark the solemnity of the subject, then ask the following questions.

                          What happened while Ashok was in school? Talk about what happened on September 11 in terms appropriate to the age of the children.

                          How do you think Ashok felt when he left for school that morning. How do you think he felt when the school day was over?

                          Do you remember what you were doing on September 11, 2001? Share (write and/or discuss)

                          What is the most memorable day in your life? (write and/or discuss)

                          Do you think it made Ashok feel better to write about his first day of school?

                          Language, whether spoken or written, helps people process emotion. Encourage children to talk and write about memorable events.

                          POETRY BOOK REVIEW: JANECZKO-- A poetry collection compiled by Paul Janeczko

                              Hey, You! Poems to Skyscrapers, Mosquitoes and Other Fun Things


                                Paul Janeczko has collected poems written to (yes, to) all sorts of things from skyscrapers and mosquitoes, as the title indicates, to sneakers and light beams. The poem below is just one whimsical example. The mixed-media illustrations by Rober Rayevsky are as unique as the poems.

                                by Joan Bransfield Graham

                                my sight,
                                bend back
                                of the night.
                                Flicker, flash,
                                near and far,
                                turn on lamps,
                                & sprinkle stars.
                                One small flame,
                                a tiny spark...
                                or wide as day
                                you scatter dark.

                                Janeczko, Paul B. 2007. Hey, you!: Poems to Skyscrapers, Mosquitoes, and Other Fun Things. Ill. by Robert Rayevskey. New York: Harper Collins. ISBN 0060523476


                                Can you think of something interesting, different, or down right weird to write a poem to?

                                Try to illustrate the poem in a unique fashion, too.

                                This activity could be done in small groups.

                                POETRY BY CHILDREN—Post a Poetry BREAK with a poem of your choice written by a child


                                    Think back to your earliest memory. Is it really a memory, or is it a story about you when you were very young? This poem is a girl's memory of time spent with her Dad when she was a toddler! Whether she is really remembering what happened, or is reliving the story she's heard before, the poem is full of love and happiness!

                                    You . . . and Your Dad
                                    by Katie Ferman, age 11,
                                    Three Lakes, Wisconsin

                                    Traveling the interstate routes
                                    With no sense of direction
                                    Following no road map
                                    Traveling only by the lay of the land
                                    Going on only because
                                    Of the love of the land

                                    You and your dad

                                    You, a curly-haired toddler
                                    Without even the knowledge
                                    To put the right shoes on the right feet
                                    Listening to Willie Nelson in a trance

                                    Your dad

                                    Feeling the love, but not really understanding it
                                    Your bottle in one hand
                                    The other, clutching the seat belt
                                    Anticipating the next fork in the road

                                    You, a rosy-cheeked kid

                                    Not knowing anything but
                                    Willie Nelson’s voice and
                                    The indescribable landscape
                                    Not knowing
                                    That later on in life you wish you would be able to relive
                                    That single moment
                                    A thousand times
                                    Only the hazy memory
                                    Sticking to you like the apple juice leaking from the bottle
                                    Stuck to your lively little fingers at one time

                                    You and your dad

                                    On the interstate routes.

                              From the May/June 2004 issue of Stone Soup. www.stonesoup.com. Accessed April 23, 2009.


                              Play some Willie Nelson music in the background while reading this poem.

                              Ask the children to share and/or describe their earliest memories, including who is present in the memory. Use as many senses as possible. Use as many details as possible.

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