An Interruption by Robert Foote A boy had stopped his car To save a turtle in the road I was not far Behind and slowed And stopped to watch as he began To shoo it off into the undergrowth ID: 716371
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The Problem With Power
Poem of the DaySlide2
An Interruption
by Robert Foote
A boy had stopped his car
To save a turtle in the road;I was not farBehind, and slowed,And stopped to watch as he beganTo shoo it off into the undergrowth—This wild reminder of an ancient past,Lumbering to some Late Triassic bog,Till it was just a rustle in the grass,Till it was gone.I hope I told him with a lookAs I passed by,How I was glad he'd stopped me there,And what I felt for bothOf them, something I tookTo be a kind of love,And of a troubled thoughtI had, for man,Of how we oughtTo let life go on whereAnd when it can.
In your Writer’s Notebook, summarize this poem using four vocab words from our current vocab unit. Slide3Slide4
1.
The
courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:Rock from New England quarried;Now granite in a granite hill.5. The golden brooch my mother woreShe left behind for me to wear;I have no thing I treasure more:Yet, it is something I could spare.9. Oh, if instead she'd left to meThe thing she took into the grave!-That courage like a rock, which sheHas no more need of, and I have. “The Courage that My Mother Had”by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Fill out the “ticket in” on your deskSlide5
The Balloon Of The Mind
Hands, do what you're bid:
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the windInto its narrow shed. William Butler Yeats
What is this poem saying about our minds? Quote a line from the poem to support your claim. Slide6
CHOOSE
THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:For we meet by one or the other.-- Carl Sandburg