Judith’s Poem Booklet

Poetry Project #7

The QuestionPeople always say to me

“What do you think you’d like to be

When you grow up?”

And I say “Why,

I think I’d like to be the sky

Or be a plane or train or mouse

Or maybe be a haunted house

Or something furry, rough, and wild…

Or maybe I will stay a child.”

By Karla Kuskin

This poem has an A,A, B, B rhyming pattern. This is called a couplet. I included the poem in my presentation because I liked the message. It shows the creativity of a child and how kids believe they can be whatever they want to be. My favorite part was the last line. I also think the title is pretty cool.

Square as a HouseWhat would you chooseIf you were freeTo be anything fatThat you wanted to be?Anything thin, or long, or tall,Anything red, blue, black, at all;A bird on the wingOr a fish on the fin?If you’re ready to chooseIt is time to begin.

If you could be squareWould you be a boxContaining a cakeOr a houseOr blocksWith painted letterFrom A to Z?Who would youWhich would youWhat would you be?

If you could be softWould you be the snowOr twenty-five pillowsOr breezes that blowThe blossoms that fall fromThe sassafras tree?Who would youWhich would youWhat would you be?

This poem is from the same collection as the previous one. It’s about being anything you want to be. It’s basically a list of what this kid is considering he wants to be.It fun to read because it rhymes and uses repetition. It repeats the words “would you be?”. I think that is really cool.

If you could be loudWould you be the soundOf thunder at nightOr the howl of a houndAs he bays at the moonOr the pound of the sea?Who would youWhich would youWhat would you be?

If you could be smallWould you be a mouseOr a mouse’s childOr a mouse’s houseOr a mouse’s house’sFront door key?Who would youWhich would youWhat would you be?

If you could be darkWould you be the nightOr a house on a hillWhere there wasn't a lightOr a witch watcherWatching a witch with glee?Who would youWhich would youWhat would you be?

By Karla Kuskin

The SnakeA snake slipped through the thin green grassA silver snakeI watched it passIt moved like a ribbonSilent as snow.I think it smiled As it passed my toe.

By Karla Kuskin

This poem has both figurative language and sound devices. The figurative language are the similes “silent as snow” and “it moved like a ribbon”. “Silent as snow” means it was very quite like when a snowflake hits the ground. “It moved like a ribbon” means it moved very gracefully like a ribbon.

The sound devices are the alliteration “silver snake”, “green grass”, and “snake slipped". There is also rhyming in the poem for example grass and pass and snow and toe.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;    

Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,       And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.        I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.      

By Robert Frost 

This is my favorite poem ever. I really like the message it sends.

There are two roads used in this poem to symbolizes when you have a decision to make in life. Sure, you can go along with everyone else and sometimes do the wrong thing but this poem says that if you don't do what everyone else is doing and choose the smarter option it will be better for you in the long run.

ColorsThe world is made of colors

From baby blue to gray.Everything has its own shade

Unique in it’s own way.

A daffodil is yellow.A teacher’s chalk is white.

A diamond ring is a rainbowIn the sunlight.

Katie’s shirt is purple.Anna’s shoes are green.

Johnny’s eyes are like the seaSo blue and inviting.

The world is made of colorsFrom baby blue to gray.

Without them life would be boring.Colors make my day.

By Judith Sanchez

In this poem I have one simile and one metaphor. The metaphor says that a diamond ring is a rainbow in the sunlight. When I wrote this I compared a diamond ring to a rainbow because when sunlight hits a diamond a bunch of rays of colors bounce out.

I also have a A, B, C, B rhyming pattern. I rhymed the poem because it makes it more fun to read. It was also more fun to write.