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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

I am. . .

I am learning more about everyone I teach in the 8th grade as I read their "I am" poems. This year our class guidelines for poems state that we are going to express our ideas honestly and uniquely creatively! Figurative language must be included, and in this particular poem we are metaphorically comparing ourselves to  board games, amusement park rides, household appliances, animals, foods, and almost anything else we can think of. Poems are going to be 12+ lines in length this year unless it is a certain format like a Haiku (three lines) or another type. Here are a few lines from the 8th graders. Profound feelings and thoughts abound.

 I am a shooting arcade
precise and on target
    by OP                                                  
                                                              I'm a toaster
                                                         that pops out of bed bursting with ideas
                                                                                          by CR

I am a golden retriever
loyal and kind
    by JB

                                      I am the ocean, sometimes sunny and playful, but
                                                          other times I am lonely
                                                                                          by DA


I am a lightening strike
sudden and unexpected
a grain of sand in a desert of people
All working together to make the world a better place
        by JM

                                                                          I am a bumper car,
                                                                     bumping my way through life
                                                                        Sometimes on purpose
                                                                           and sometimes not.
                                                                                     by JH

I am the white crayon, untouched, unused,
                                 alone
       by SG



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