Edwin John Pratt The Shark by Edwin John Pratt His body was tubular And tapered And smokeblue And as he passed the wharf He turned And snapped at a flatfish That was dead and floating ID: 293329
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Edwin John Pratt
The Shark
by Edwin John Pratt
His body was tubular
And tapered
And smoke-blue,
And as he passed the wharf
He turned,
And snapped at a flat-fish
That was dead and floating.
And I saw the flash of a white throat,
And a double row of white teeth,
And eyes of metallic grey,
Hard and narrow and slit.
Then out of the
harbour
,
With that three-cornered fin
Shearing without a bubble the water
Lithely,
Leisurely,
He swam—That strange fish,
Tubular, tapered, smoke-blue,
Part vulture, part wolf,
Part neither—for his blood was cold. Slide3
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
By
Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the
chillest
land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.Slide4
I like to see it lap the Miles - (383)
By
Emily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the Miles - And lick the Valleys up - And stop to feed itself at Tanks - And then - prodigious stepAround a Pile of Mountains - And supercilious peerIn Shanties - by the sides of Roads - And then a Quarry pareTo fit it's sidesAnd crawl betweenComplaining all the whileIn horrid - hooting stanza - Then chase itself down Hill - And neigh like Boanerges - Then - prompter than a StarStop - docile and omnipotentAt it's own stable door -
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.What ever you see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I am not cruel, only truthful---Slide5
Twinkle
Twinkle
little star
:
“Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.”
My Family
My mom is like a fire.
She's always warm, but sometimes she gets too hot.
My brother is like a tornado.
He always moves fast and spreads destruction wherever he goes.
My sister is like a snowstorm.
She's pretty to look at and icy at times, but with a little bit of sunshine, that iciness melts.
Together we are like a partly cloudy day.
We have our moments of darkness and gloom, but the sun always peeks through.Slide6
The rusty spigot
sputters,
utters
a splutter,
spatters a smattering of drops,
gashes wider;
slash
splatters
scatters
spurtsfinally stops sputteringand plash!gushes rushes splashesclear water dashes.
Onomatopoeia by Eve Merriam
Gathering Leaves (by Robert Frost)
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of
rustling
all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.Slide7
Betty
Botter
by Mother Goose
Betty
Botter bought some butter, but, she said, the butter’s bitter; if I put it in my batter it will make my batter bitter, but a bit of better butter will make my batter better.So she bought a bit of butter better than her bitter butter, and she put it in her batter and the batter was not bitter. So ’twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep. The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed shilly-shallied south. These sheep shouldn’t sleep in a shack; Sheep should sleep in a shed.Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?Slide8
What Am I
?
I’m bigger than the entire earth
More powerful than the sea
Though a million, billion have triedNot one could ever stop me.I control each person with my handand hold up fleets of ships.I can make them bend to my willwith one word from my lips.I’m the greatest power in the worldin this entire nation.No one should ever try to stopa child’s imagination.AppetiteIn a house the size of a postage stamplived a man as big as a barge.His mouth could drink the entire riverYou could say it was rather largeFor dinner he would eat a trillion beansAnd a silo full of grain,Washed it down with a tanker of milk
As if he were a drain.