One of my constant “go to” poems is “First Fool” by Aimee Nezhukumatathil. The poem is written in 4 quatrains and has a fun silly tone overall. I’ve used the poem to discuss stanza usage, line breaks, grounding or placement and similes and metaphors. For TEAM this week we discussed the story that happens in the poem and the uses of simile and metaphor. Like I said this poem is such a quick and accessible read, everyone could pick out these things very quickly. We even discussed other things such as where does the poem take place.
Seasonally the poem takes place in the spring. Keeping that in mind the students wrote poems a season of their choice, or combination of seasons and things that they notice that happen during that time of the year. As a added challenge they were given the task of thinking of similes or metaphors for each season. Below are some samples of their work:
9th Grade (6th Period)
Spring time the flowers start showing
and covering the grass as the sun
and rain help them live.
As 90 degrees starts happening the summer
time starts to come and time for
The Fall comes and a season as leaves
cover houses, sidewalk and other things too.
The leaves are falling, like snow falling out the sky,
the wind blows, I don’t know why?
My birthday is spring, but it’s cold like a summer fling.
I want to go out and have fun but I need a hoodie on.
Now it’s winter and still hasn’t snowed,
I look out my window praying for hope,
but now I have to go.
In spring the flowers bloom like cake rising up in a pan.
In spring there’s so many colors but when fall comes things still fun.
The leaves fall off the trees, in fall you have a lot of fun.
You can jump in the leaves and see them red, orange and green.
In summer bees come, be careful not to get stung, the fan it’s hot.
9th Grade (7th Period)
Summer time be hot as a oven
Summer be hot like a heater
Winter be cold like a freezer
Winter is as cold as a freezer
every one wears thermals.
Summer is hot, summer is hell.
Spring flowers grow out of nowhere.
Fall leaves fall out of nowhere.
The season’s are weird.
Summer & Fall
The first day of summer is always the best
others might try to contest that it’s fall, spring or winter.
When the beaches first open, I love to hear the sounds of the waves in the ocean.
It drugs me like a strong potion,
so when I finally enter it gives me a strong emotion.
When I lay in the same, I imagine a band playing a melody to which it puts me to sleep.
That sleep, that sleep, that sleep, helps me not to feel so weak.
So the reason I contest that summer is the best, is that summer brings great days and great rest.
Summer, summer where did you go?
pretty flowers and pretty roses,
light blue skies with pretty butterflies
and bright green grass with light showers and spring flowers.