RHYME SCHEME• How an author creates rhyming in

a poem• How you can keep track of it

What is rhyme scheme you ask?The pattern of rhyming words in a poem

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information.

We use letters to label rhyme scheme.Check out some more examples above.

NOW IT IS TIME TO PRACTICE

LUNCHROOM MAGIC

BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

OF ALL THE MAGIC I HAVE SEENMY FAVORITE, I SUPPOSE,

WAS YESTERDAY AT LUNCH WHEN MARKMADE MILK COME OUT HIS NOSE

WRITER’S BLOCK

BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

THE PATH TO INSPIRATION STARTSUPON THE TRAILS WE’VE KNOWN

EACH WRITER’S BLOCK IS NOT A ROCKBUT JUST A STEPPING STONE

TOMORROW’S MY BIRTHDAY

BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

TOMORROW’S MY BIRTHDAY AND I’LL BE FOURAND I WON’T HAVE TO STAY HOME ANYMORE

I’LL TAKE DOWN MY BANK RIGHT OFF MY SHELF.AND I WILL GO OUT AND ABOUT BY MYSELF

I’LL BUY ME A TICKET AND I’LL TAKE A TRAINAND I’LL GO TO TEXAS TO RIDE ON THE RANGE.

I’LL BUY ME SOME BOOTS AND A HAT, BUT NO TOYSCAUSE I’LL BE AS BIG AS ALL THE COWBOYS

I’LL ROPE AND I’LL RIDE AND I’LL BE THE BESTOF ALL THE COWBOYS IN THE WORLD AND THE WEST

AND WHEN IT GETS DARK ON THE CATTLE DRIVE –WELL, MAYBE I’LL WAIT UNTIL I AM FIVE.

A POEM IS A LITTLE PATH

BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

A POEM IS A LITTLE PATHTHAT LEADS YOU THROUGH THE TREES.

IT TAKES YOU TO THE CLIFFS AND SHORES,TO ANYWHERE YOU PLEASE.

FOLLOW IT AND TRUST YOUR WAYWITH MIND AND HEART AS ONE,

AND WHEN THE JOURNEY’S OVER,YOU’LL FIND YOU’VE JUST BEGUN.

MOTHER OF THE NIGHT

BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

THE MOON WATCHES OVER USLIKE A MOTHER OF THE NIGHT.

SHE SEES THROUGH THE DARKNESSWITH HER SOFT AND SILVERY LIGHT.

SHE PEEKS IN ON EACH ONE OF USAND WATCHES AS WE DREAM,

GENTLY PLACING KISSESWITH EVERY NEW MOONBEAM.

SHE COVERS USE WITH SHADOWSAS SHE TIPTOES ‘CROSS THE SKY

SHE CHECKS ON ALL HER CHILDRENAS SHE SLOWLY PASSES BY

A FAMILY TREE

BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

MY ROOTS ARE DEEP WITHIN YOU,GROWING AS YOU GROW.

MY SHADE PROVIDES THE SHELTERFOR THE NEW SEEDS THAT YOU SOW.

NO MATTER WHAT THE SEASON,I STAND HERE STILL THE SAME.

COME WINTER, SPRING OR SUMMER,MY BRANCHES BEAR YOUR NAME.

RACING THE WIND

BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

I LIKE TO RIDE ON MY BIKE EVERY DAYWHERE THE LIMBS OF TREES

SHAKE HANDS IN THE BREEZEOVER MY HEAD WITH THE TIPS OF THEIR LEAVES.

I LIKE TO RACE WITH THE SUN IN MY FACEDOWN TRAILS I KNOWWHERE NO ONE GOES

EXCEPT THE WIND THAT BLOWS AND BLOWS

WHAT’S A POEM?BY: CHARLES GHIGNA

A WHISPER,A SHOUT,

THOUGHTS TURNEDINSIDE OUT.

A LAUGH,A SIGH,

AN ECHOPASSING BY.

A RHYTHM,A RHYME,A MOMENT

CAUGHT IN TIME

A MOON,A STAR,

A GLIMPSEOF WHO YOU ARE.

Journal: Poetry Is…Complete the open-ended sentence below in one complete paragraph in your journal. Be as honest as possible. This is your opinion. You will not be graded on your opinion.

I think poetry is…..

Let’s share your answers with the class.