Way way down deep in the valley of green,
Down there, there rests a little tiny ravine.
And when a hot summer is close at hand,
By the little ravine the deer will stand.
By the little ravine kids stomp and shout,
So from the green trees birds fly out.
But way way down deep in the valley of green,
Down there where there rests a little ravine.
That there when it is winter’s turn to come,
The little kids play till’ their hands are numb.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Here is my simile poem!
Cats
Jaguars and lions, they’re really all the same,
Both go out at night like robbers, and both stalk their prey.
They hide in the grass like ants and beetles,
Then jump on their pray with claws full of needles.
They then take home their prize,
To feed their hungry little eyes.
The day is finally over for them,
Until they awake again to teach their kittens
How to get food with their little mittens.
Jaguars and lions, they’re really all the same,
Both go out at night like robbers, and both stalk their prey.
They hide in the grass like ants and beetles,
Then jump on their pray with claws full of needles.
They then take home their prize,
To feed their hungry little eyes.
The day is finally over for them,
Until they awake again to teach their kittens
How to get food with their little mittens.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Here is my poem on grandparents for grandparents day
Grandparents
You may think that you have grandparents,
That when it comes to you they don’t care.
But what you probably don’t realize,
Is that at your side they’re always there.
You may think that you’re abandoned,
Or left in a really tough world alone.
You may feel like an unloved dog,
That won’t even be given a bone.
But what your missing is a big thing,
It’s that you actually have some.
So while they're here on Earth,
Go on with them and have some fun.
You may think that you have grandparents,
That when it comes to you they don’t care.
But what you probably don’t realize,
Is that at your side they’re always there.
You may think that you’re abandoned,
Or left in a really tough world alone.
You may feel like an unloved dog,
That won’t even be given a bone.
But what your missing is a big thing,
It’s that you actually have some.
So while they're here on Earth,
Go on with them and have some fun.
Here is my serious Thanksgiving poem. Thanks for reading it!
Lives full of blessings
We have so many blessings,
That we don’t realize at all.
Things like our houses,
No matter big or small.
We have food to fill our tummies,
Yes we have food to spare.
So many blessings we have,
Like grandparents and parents that take care.
Many things different sizes,
Blessings the size of a hair.
So we should thank God for those blessings,
For those things kids don’t have there.
We have so many blessings,
That we don’t realize at all.
Things like our houses,
No matter big or small.
We have food to fill our tummies,
Yes we have food to spare.
So many blessings we have,
Like grandparents and parents that take care.
Many things different sizes,
Blessings the size of a hair.
So we should thank God for those blessings,
For those things kids don’t have there.
Here is my Thanksgiving funy poem, please enjoy!!!
Thanksgiving Platter
The call goes gobble gobble,
And the turkey gobbles back.
He appears out of the trees,
And the 12 gauges bead is on its neck.
The shotgun then goes boom,
And all the bullets splatter.
The man feels bad about shooting God’s creature,
But the feelings are gone when the turkey’s on a silver platter.
The call goes gobble gobble,
And the turkey gobbles back.
He appears out of the trees,
And the 12 gauges bead is on its neck.
The shotgun then goes boom,
And all the bullets splatter.
The man feels bad about shooting God’s creature,
But the feelings are gone when the turkey’s on a silver platter.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Here's My Attempt at a Ryhming Poem, Please Enjoy
The maple trees arms reach out as if
To give the little bird’s nest a lift,
They reach their arms up to the clouds
As if to the clouds they must bow down,
Little nests their branches hold
Little nests made of branches of gold,
And inside the nest what else would there be
Other than a bluebird baby.
To give the little bird’s nest a lift,
They reach their arms up to the clouds
As if to the clouds they must bow down,
Little nests their branches hold
Little nests made of branches of gold,
And inside the nest what else would there be
Other than a bluebird baby.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Poetry
Today We Began a Poetry Unit.
I think poetry can be boring to read sometimes but when you get a good idea it can be fun to write. Notice I said sometimes it can be boring because I like to read humorous poetry. I like poetry that has a beat or rhythm and poetry I can associate with myself. Shel Silverstein is one of my favorite poets.
We read Love That Dog by Sharon Creech.
Pause #1: Kids see poetry through different eyes. They think of poetry differently. The kid’s think it should rhyme, some don’t think it has to, some don’t even care. Most of them think it’s a waste of time. He can write poetry but is too afraid to share their gift.
Pause #2: Some kids like to write poetry, some like small poetry, and some like lengthy poems. He thinks poems have one shape or way to be written or typed.
Pause #3: He doesn’t quite understand poetry but he’s starting to come through. He’s making poetry by saying what he remembers about his pet but no matter how good he is getting at it he won’t say ho wrote it. People are starting to notice his writing. Now he’s starting to decorate it.
Pause #4: He’s starting to like poetry and noticing how it can be shaped differently. He is willing to put his name on his poetry and doesn’t want anyone to not write their names on theirs. He is starting to really enjoy poetry and is having fun making his own and reading others.
Pause #5: He’s not worried that he was copying words of a poet. He kind of wants to meet some of his favorite authors. He wrote a letter to see if he’ll come to their school. Now the boy is angry because it could take months for him to come or even answer the letter.
Pause #6: The boy is making poetry but he doesn’t even know it. Now he wants to type his own poems. He learned about spell check and wants to take typing lessons. Now he’s opening up and typed his own poem that was a pretty sad one about his dog Sky.
End: Walter Dean Meyers is coming and the room is full of poems and books by Walter Dean Meyers. Walter came and the boy loved the poems, the way he smiled, and even the way he laughed. Walter didn’t care and actually liked that the boy was inspired by his words. The boy wrote Walter a thank you letter that was full of poems written by Jack.
Jack got his inspiration from his teacher, the poet Mr. Walter Dean Meyers, other poems he read, and from things he remembered about his dog Sky. Here is my attempt to write a poem. It was inspired by the Jack’s apple shaped poem. If it were on paper I would make it a candle shape.
Jack was nimble Jack was quick, Jack jumped over the candle stick. But what if Jack didn’t make it? Jack’s bottom, the candle would bake it.
Candle candle burning bright,
Giving off a blinding light.
Candle candles wax is shrinking,
Now the candle is stinking.
To the store to get a new one,
Grab the one that smells like a honey bun.
Candle candle smell is delightful,
Dance by candlelight til’ it’s nightfall.
I think poetry can be boring to read sometimes but when you get a good idea it can be fun to write. Notice I said sometimes it can be boring because I like to read humorous poetry. I like poetry that has a beat or rhythm and poetry I can associate with myself. Shel Silverstein is one of my favorite poets.
We read Love That Dog by Sharon Creech.
Pause #1: Kids see poetry through different eyes. They think of poetry differently. The kid’s think it should rhyme, some don’t think it has to, some don’t even care. Most of them think it’s a waste of time. He can write poetry but is too afraid to share their gift.
Pause #2: Some kids like to write poetry, some like small poetry, and some like lengthy poems. He thinks poems have one shape or way to be written or typed.
Pause #3: He doesn’t quite understand poetry but he’s starting to come through. He’s making poetry by saying what he remembers about his pet but no matter how good he is getting at it he won’t say ho wrote it. People are starting to notice his writing. Now he’s starting to decorate it.
Pause #4: He’s starting to like poetry and noticing how it can be shaped differently. He is willing to put his name on his poetry and doesn’t want anyone to not write their names on theirs. He is starting to really enjoy poetry and is having fun making his own and reading others.
Pause #5: He’s not worried that he was copying words of a poet. He kind of wants to meet some of his favorite authors. He wrote a letter to see if he’ll come to their school. Now the boy is angry because it could take months for him to come or even answer the letter.
Pause #6: The boy is making poetry but he doesn’t even know it. Now he wants to type his own poems. He learned about spell check and wants to take typing lessons. Now he’s opening up and typed his own poem that was a pretty sad one about his dog Sky.
End: Walter Dean Meyers is coming and the room is full of poems and books by Walter Dean Meyers. Walter came and the boy loved the poems, the way he smiled, and even the way he laughed. Walter didn’t care and actually liked that the boy was inspired by his words. The boy wrote Walter a thank you letter that was full of poems written by Jack.
Jack got his inspiration from his teacher, the poet Mr. Walter Dean Meyers, other poems he read, and from things he remembered about his dog Sky. Here is my attempt to write a poem. It was inspired by the Jack’s apple shaped poem. If it were on paper I would make it a candle shape.
Jack was nimble Jack was quick, Jack jumped over the candle stick. But what if Jack didn’t make it? Jack’s bottom, the candle would bake it.
Candle candle burning bright,
Giving off a blinding light.
Candle candles wax is shrinking,
Now the candle is stinking.
To the store to get a new one,
Grab the one that smells like a honey bun.
Candle candle smell is delightful,
Dance by candlelight til’ it’s nightfall.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
It's Friday the 13th Again
Readers beware you're in for a scare!I hope my story will thrill you!
“Mom, do I have to cut my hair?”Whined Shawn. “Yes you do,” said Carrie, Shawn’s mom. “Here’s ten dollars, just tell Claire how you want it cut, but don’t wander off to the toy store and come back still looking like a wooly mammoth,” she said. “Don’t worry,” Shawn said looking innocently into his mom’s sky blue eyes in the middle of her pale but smooth face. Then she flipped her hair and told Shawn,” Okay I believe you but be back before 3:00!” she said as he was heading out the big blue door. Outside the house the air was humid, with a cool breeze that sent goose bumps down his arms. Perfect weather for some football, Shawn thought as he continued his path down the cracked pavement. On the way to his cut, he walked by the electronics store and watched the headlines of the news on the televisions in the big store glass window. The front story was Joe Harvey; the barber of their town was put in prison after murdering three customers. He had escaped from prison and was yet to be found. Harvey, Harvey, it sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite put is finger on it. DING! Oh now he remembered, Harvey was Claire’s last name, the barber must be her husband. He watched as the date, Friday, September 13, 2022. Friday the thirteenth, he thought adding more goose bumps to his arms. Then he continued on his way. As he reached the big red door, he opened it to be greeted by the cheery ding ding of a bronze bell on the door. “Hey Claire,” Shawn said. “The usual?” Claire asked. “Yep,” Shawn replied. He sat down on a padded chair and waited while Claire collected her buzzers. Then she started buzzing his brownish blonde hair that he had inherited from his dad. All of a sudden the phone rang. Claire looked at him and said, “one minute”. On her way to the phone Claire stomped on the floor and a big hole opened in the floor.”It’s fine honey, “Claire said.”I just need you to cut Shawn’s hair while I take this call.” Out of the hole rose the identical twin of the murderer on television. He looked dazed and terrified and his eyes darted every which way. Joe opened his mouth like he was going to speak when Claire screamed “NOW.” A terrified look came over the man’s face as he rushed behind me, grabbed the buzzer. “You didn’t kill them did you?” Shawn said but Claire was there throwing Joe into the huge mirror in the wall. Then she pushed him again, this time through the huge salon window and Joe ended up limp on the road. Then Claire looked at Shawn and said “I’ll be back,” as she grabbed a buzzer, took some skin off his cheek and ran. “And that’s how I got this scar”, 73 year old Shawn told his grandkids. And as he left the room, he could’ve sworn he could hear a buzz.
“Mom, do I have to cut my hair?”Whined Shawn. “Yes you do,” said Carrie, Shawn’s mom. “Here’s ten dollars, just tell Claire how you want it cut, but don’t wander off to the toy store and come back still looking like a wooly mammoth,” she said. “Don’t worry,” Shawn said looking innocently into his mom’s sky blue eyes in the middle of her pale but smooth face. Then she flipped her hair and told Shawn,” Okay I believe you but be back before 3:00!” she said as he was heading out the big blue door. Outside the house the air was humid, with a cool breeze that sent goose bumps down his arms. Perfect weather for some football, Shawn thought as he continued his path down the cracked pavement. On the way to his cut, he walked by the electronics store and watched the headlines of the news on the televisions in the big store glass window. The front story was Joe Harvey; the barber of their town was put in prison after murdering three customers. He had escaped from prison and was yet to be found. Harvey, Harvey, it sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite put is finger on it. DING! Oh now he remembered, Harvey was Claire’s last name, the barber must be her husband. He watched as the date, Friday, September 13, 2022. Friday the thirteenth, he thought adding more goose bumps to his arms. Then he continued on his way. As he reached the big red door, he opened it to be greeted by the cheery ding ding of a bronze bell on the door. “Hey Claire,” Shawn said. “The usual?” Claire asked. “Yep,” Shawn replied. He sat down on a padded chair and waited while Claire collected her buzzers. Then she started buzzing his brownish blonde hair that he had inherited from his dad. All of a sudden the phone rang. Claire looked at him and said, “one minute”. On her way to the phone Claire stomped on the floor and a big hole opened in the floor.”It’s fine honey, “Claire said.”I just need you to cut Shawn’s hair while I take this call.” Out of the hole rose the identical twin of the murderer on television. He looked dazed and terrified and his eyes darted every which way. Joe opened his mouth like he was going to speak when Claire screamed “NOW.” A terrified look came over the man’s face as he rushed behind me, grabbed the buzzer. “You didn’t kill them did you?” Shawn said but Claire was there throwing Joe into the huge mirror in the wall. Then she pushed him again, this time through the huge salon window and Joe ended up limp on the road. Then Claire looked at Shawn and said “I’ll be back,” as she grabbed a buzzer, took some skin off his cheek and ran. “And that’s how I got this scar”, 73 year old Shawn told his grandkids. And as he left the room, he could’ve sworn he could hear a buzz.
Mako Sharks
We wrote expository essays in class. Please read mine on Mako Sharks.
Dudu, dudu, dududududududu!!!! Ahhhh! Wait a minute, that’s not Jaws it’s a Mako shark. Isn’t it such a unique animal? Why? Because their physical features, reasons for classification and aggressiveness make them one of the most beautiful and most feared sharks in the world.
Mako sharks are very marvelous creatures. The only other shark that could even compare to the beauty of the Mako would be the Blue Shark. Why are they so beautiful you ask? Well because their wet skin and fins are a purplish blue color, almost an indigo, which turns silvery on the sides and fades to a white stomach. They aren’t as big as Great Whites because they only weigh 1,000 pounds and average up to 7-8 feet but can grow up to be 12 feet! What they lack in size though they make up for in speed. Makos are the fastest of all sharks because they have the ability to swim up to 60 mph, but they prefer to swim about 35mph. That and the fact that they are very territorial make them one of the dangerous, if not the most dangerous, according to the National Geographic channel website. Their fins and gills, two of their most important physical features, give them the ability to live underwater, also causing them to be classified as a fish.
Out of all the different animal kingdoms, a Mako Shark is a fish for many reasons. One, because it lives in open waters 500 meters deep where they swim alone. Another reason these cold blooded creatures are fish is because to breathe, they have to keep moving forward so the sea water passes through their gills allowing them to breathe. That is why sharks are always found swimming. One of their traits is a little misleading though. The trait is that the mothers give birth to the babies, also called pups, which are born alive instead of in eggs. Surprisingly though, after the mother gives birth to them, she leaves them by themselves to eat each other. That’s one of the reasons not as many survive. Another reason why they don’t survive is because their amazing speed makes them wanted by fisherman. Having a Mako’s head isn’t an easy task. It takes a lot of skill and patients and can sometime lead to tragedy.
Mako sharks have caused havoc plenty of times around the world. Some fatal attacks and some that weren’t killer, just causing injuries. These attacks aren’t because they are vicious or murderous, it’s because Mako’s are very territorial creatures. Mako mishaps don’t always go in the sharks favor though. According to George Probst, the writer for The Dorsal Fin, on March 30, 2011, a group of men were in a boat 50 miles off shore when an eight foot, three hundred plus pound Mako jumped into their boat. Luckily, none of the men were injured and after four hours of waiting the Mako finally died from being out of water so long. The reason for the shark to jump into the boat is believed to be that the Mako thought it was a huge fish and was trying to scare it away when he ended on the floor of the ship. This story shows very well how territorial these creatures are.
Mako sharks are one of the most beautiful marvelous creatures in the world. This is because of their extra ordinary physical features, ways to be classified as a fish, and aggressiveness. I hope that you now share the dream with me of Mako sharks being able to find a way to outsmart fisherman without harming humans or themselves.
Dudu, dudu, dududududududu!!!! Ahhhh! Wait a minute, that’s not Jaws it’s a Mako shark. Isn’t it such a unique animal? Why? Because their physical features, reasons for classification and aggressiveness make them one of the most beautiful and most feared sharks in the world.
Mako sharks are very marvelous creatures. The only other shark that could even compare to the beauty of the Mako would be the Blue Shark. Why are they so beautiful you ask? Well because their wet skin and fins are a purplish blue color, almost an indigo, which turns silvery on the sides and fades to a white stomach. They aren’t as big as Great Whites because they only weigh 1,000 pounds and average up to 7-8 feet but can grow up to be 12 feet! What they lack in size though they make up for in speed. Makos are the fastest of all sharks because they have the ability to swim up to 60 mph, but they prefer to swim about 35mph. That and the fact that they are very territorial make them one of the dangerous, if not the most dangerous, according to the National Geographic channel website. Their fins and gills, two of their most important physical features, give them the ability to live underwater, also causing them to be classified as a fish.
Out of all the different animal kingdoms, a Mako Shark is a fish for many reasons. One, because it lives in open waters 500 meters deep where they swim alone. Another reason these cold blooded creatures are fish is because to breathe, they have to keep moving forward so the sea water passes through their gills allowing them to breathe. That is why sharks are always found swimming. One of their traits is a little misleading though. The trait is that the mothers give birth to the babies, also called pups, which are born alive instead of in eggs. Surprisingly though, after the mother gives birth to them, she leaves them by themselves to eat each other. That’s one of the reasons not as many survive. Another reason why they don’t survive is because their amazing speed makes them wanted by fisherman. Having a Mako’s head isn’t an easy task. It takes a lot of skill and patients and can sometime lead to tragedy.
Mako sharks have caused havoc plenty of times around the world. Some fatal attacks and some that weren’t killer, just causing injuries. These attacks aren’t because they are vicious or murderous, it’s because Mako’s are very territorial creatures. Mako mishaps don’t always go in the sharks favor though. According to George Probst, the writer for The Dorsal Fin, on March 30, 2011, a group of men were in a boat 50 miles off shore when an eight foot, three hundred plus pound Mako jumped into their boat. Luckily, none of the men were injured and after four hours of waiting the Mako finally died from being out of water so long. The reason for the shark to jump into the boat is believed to be that the Mako thought it was a huge fish and was trying to scare it away when he ended on the floor of the ship. This story shows very well how territorial these creatures are.
Mako sharks are one of the most beautiful marvelous creatures in the world. This is because of their extra ordinary physical features, ways to be classified as a fish, and aggressiveness. I hope that you now share the dream with me of Mako sharks being able to find a way to outsmart fisherman without harming humans or themselves.
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