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Poetry Mr. Snyder's Grade 3/4 Class
The beauty
of the trees,
the softness of the air,
they speak
to me
We read this poem by Chief Dan George. We talked about the sentences and the patterns we saw. ( Many of the sentences had about 5 beats. He finishes with Speaks to me. Most of the sentences begin with The.) We then looked at our webs on trees and the tree words we had listed . Leaves, Wood, roots. The class was then asked to write at least one verse in the style of the poem but only about trees:
Trees The roughness of the Bark The smoothness of the leaves The sight of all the colours is beauty to me.
The houses that they make The oxygen they give The lullaby they sing is beauty to me.
The forests that they make The smell that they give They warmness that they make is beauty to me by Mia
Trees The buds in the spring The colors in the fall The fruit in the summer The stiffness of the roots The nest in the branch Speaks to me by Claire
Trees The fruit in the seasons The leaves in the fall The maple in the winter I love trees. The house4s they build The things they make The oxygen they give I love trees. The happiness they give The wood to burn I love trees. by Dominique
The sound of leaves in the wind The homes they give us The roots in the ground The trees that give Birth and Death Thank you trees by Allyson
Trees The trees and roots Give us homes by Geneva
The trees The fruit The wood All help me by Ryan
The colours of the trees in the fall The leaves in the wind The kids climb the strong oak The birds in the tree Speak to me. by Michael
The trees sway in the breeze The trees grow old ... They die They grow leaves when they are young The roots dig deep The tree has begun by Bradford
Trees The leaves in the fall The buds in the spring The homes that they give The people you remember Make me happy by Riley
The leaves on the tree that whisper in the wind. The lullaby of the twigs The dew of the morning Loves me by Katie
The trees are beautiful in the fall The beautiful buds in the summer The bears eat the wood off the trees The trees are empty in the winter In the spring beautiful green by Justin
The leaves in the fall The buds in the spring Speaks to me. The fruit in the season The touch of the bark Speaks to me. The homes that they give Trees in the fall Speaks to me. by Noah
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