Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
True Friendship
What are ways people prove to each other that they're loyal and trustworthy? Write 2-3 complete sentences on your thoughts to this question. If needed, refer back to your writing journal response from today's class, 2/15, on the same topic.
Monday, January 31, 2011
The Story of Ceres and Proserpina
Who was your favorite character in the myth of "The Story of Ceres and Proserpina", pgs. 684-688 in your Literature Book. Why was this character your favorite? Note: You must provide proof from the story to support your answer. Your response must be 4-5 sentences.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Cats
A cat can crouch, crash, and crawl
Or creep, cringe and cry out,
Causing concern and crisis,
Cunningly creating confusion.
Or creep, cringe and cry out,
Causing concern and crisis,
Cunningly creating confusion.
Sea Calm by Langston Hughes
How still,
How strangely still
The water is today.
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.
How strangely still
The water is today.
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.
Autumn Thought by Langston Hughes
Flowers are happy in summer.
In autumn they die and are blown away.
Dry and withered,
Their petals dance on the wind
Like little brown butterflies.
In autumn they die and are blown away.
Dry and withered,
Their petals dance on the wind
Like little brown butterflies.
Two Haiku by Basho
Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of the wind.
A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
in a world of one color
the sound of the wind.
A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Message from a Caterpillar by: Lilian Moore
Don't shake this
bough.
Don't try
to wake me
now.
In this cocoon
I've work to
do.
Inside this silk
I'm changing
things.
I'm worm like now
but in this
dark
I'm growing
wings.
bough.
Don't try
to wake me
now.
In this cocoon
I've work to
do.
Inside this silk
I'm changing
things.
I'm worm like now
but in this
dark
I'm growing
wings.
Fog by: Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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