Friday, November 29, 2013

Willow Poem

Willow Poem 
By William Carlos Williams

It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor
bitten by the sun
turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loth to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river --
oblivious to winter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.


Willow Poem Analysis 

By Ashley

            “Willow Poem” is set on a river, where the branches of the willow lean over the water, as Williams writes, “a willow by the river” (Williams, Ln.2). The willow is the main focus of the poem, because one, the title is “Willow Poem”, and two, the poem only talks about how the tree never changes and is always, and will always be “a willow by the river” (Williams, Ln.2).
            This poem has no rhyme scheme. It is all one stanza comprised of 14 individual lines. These 14 lines are only two full sentences, each with acceptable punctuation. Williams writes nothing about a speaker however. The reason there is no speaker is that it focuses only on the tree, not in relationship to anything else. The poem is about how little the willow changes but how much everything else does. It does that by talking about how the willow’s leaves haven’t fallen or been “bitten by the sun” (Williams, Ln.4), or how the leaves “cling and grow paler” (Williams, Ln.6), and every other tree’s do. We can get from our past knowledge that trees are a certain way, and Williams describes this particular one differently.
            The first line, “it is a willow when summer is over” (Williams Ln. 1), says that it is, and will always be the same. It hints that the poem wouldn’t really have a story but would create an image. Lines 3, 4, and 5 describe the willow like an evergreen, which it is not, by writing about how “no leaf has fallen, nor bitten by the sun, turned orange or crimson” (Williams, Ln.3-5). Line 8 describes the scene as “swirling waters of the river” (Williams, Ln.8), which also says the willow is by a river. Line 9 was strange to me; “As if loath to let go” (Williams Ln.9). Loath means reluctant, so this line means the leaves (of a willow tree) are reluctant to fall off the willow tree. But willow trees aren’t evergreen so their leaves fall off anyway, and loath is a human trait, so a leaf can’t loath. In this line, Williams used personification to describe the leaves of the willow.
            The lines that confused me most were lines 10 and 11: “They are so cool, so drunk with the swirl of the wind and the river” (Williams, Ln.10-11). Cool probably meant moderately cold in Williams’ time as opposed to awesome. I think it could mean that the tree is healthy because of the temperature and location. The river provides water, the tree gets plenty of sun, and the temperature is nice. Williams probably used a more poetic way to say that. Also, “drunk” is a human trait, so again, Williams uses personification.
            Line 12 says the leaves are “oblivious to winter” (Williams, Ln.12), which hints that willows are evergreen. I looked it up and they are not. Possibly this could be another hint toward the location. This particular willow could be in a very warm place that barely sees winter.
            “The last to let go and fall” (Williams, Ln.13) describes the leaves, again, hinting similarities to an evergreen. I know, though, that willows are not evergreen, and this line is very unclear. It could describe one particular leaf that has fallen after all the rest, but it uses plural pronouns to describe the leaves. It could just be that willows loose their leaves after all the other trees, but I am not completely sure. The next line, “into the water and on to the ground” (Williams, Ln. 14), talks about the location. It is, I think, a good way to end the poem because it is about the leaves on a willow tree, and their story ends as they fall and hit the ground. It makes perfect sense for Williams to use the leaves falling to end the poem.
            Williams used imagery to set a beautiful scene where a willow is among trees by a river. He then compares the willow to other trees in general, but quite subtly. He doesn’t say “regular trees lose their leaves, but this willow hasn’t yet.” Instead he talks about the willow, and from our past knowledge, we can distinguish similarities and differences from trees in general. Since there was no story to the poem, it was slightly confusing why he wrote what he did and what he meant by it. I think he meant that the willow is, and will always be, the same, but also is different from everything else.
            Williams wrote poems to be understood by everyone, and the simplicity of the poem probably reflects the simplicity of life back then. After all, how simple is a willow tree that barely ever changes: “a willow when summer is over, a willow by the river…” (Williams, Ln. 1)
           
            

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Cauldron

By Bella

Broomstick stirs it,
Steam is pouring out.
The witch is stirring the magic.
Spooky

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

The Tricycle

By Sophie

 I fell off my tricycle and it was just my third birthday. I just got a tricycle from my mom and dad. It was red and white with streamers. It was my first time ever riding a tricycle I wanted to ride with my sister. My driveway is long and has a large circle near my house. With a large garden that is have roses and pretty weeds. I thought I was so cool and I was awesome. I like the smell of all of colorful flowers. I was going fast then slow up and down my driveway. My mom was planting flowers in the back. I was getting tired of go fast so I just went around my drive way. When I was almost way around I saw a lot of bees! When I got around again I stared to go fast. I love filling of the wind on my small face. Then I saw the biggest bee. It was as big as a ping pong ball. The big bee flew right in front of me and land on a little pink flower.  So I stared to look at the big bee. By mistake I stared tipping. I landed on my leg and my hands. I stared to bawl my eyes out. Even when my mom came I was still crying. When my mom tried to get me to stand up I just sat there crying and crying. My leg and hands were bleeding a lot. My mom carried me in the house and she put Neosporin then she put on a Hello Kitty bandage. She let me help her plant in the back. 

Monday, November 25, 2013

Championship

By Daniel

            After my dad picked me up from school he exclaimed “Your lacrosse team has qualified for the playoffs!” After he told me the news I went berserk. The next weekend it was time for the playoffs. The first game we play a team that we beat in the middle of the season, so we were favored to win. When the game started we fiercely won the faceoff and scored. My team scored two more times. All the goals in the first half were unselfishly assisted by me. The first goal scored in the second half was by me. The Bays almost scored, but our ferocious defense stopped them. The rest of the fast-paced game was scoreless and we won 5-0. The next game was the championship game. I thought the Championship was the next day, but turns out I was wrong. The team won the other game, which meant that my team was going against them. The starting of the game the other team easily scored and also won the faceoff. They scored again and the rest of the tough half was scoreless for both teams. The next half they scored again, which changed the score three to nothing. When we thought we were going to hopelessly lose we came back and scored three more goals. Then stunningly we went into overtime. We went through two truly tough overtime games. Eventually we scored and won the extended game. We celebrated our victory. Gloves, helmets, hats, and hand flew up into the air as we shed tears of joy.   

Friday, November 22, 2013

Some Magnet Poetry

By Mr. Chafe

There is a large metal book cabinet in my classroom. It is the kind with locking metal doors that is only seen in classrooms. Last year, I was given a pack of magnetic words. I've decorated the front of the cabinet with these words. I never once mentioned it to the gremlins.

But I've been watching.

 Before (and sometimes during) class, some of the gremlins have been moving the words around, combining the words in ways that make sense to no one but themselves. I hesitate to call these word combination sentences sentences because most are devoid of meaning. On the surface at least.

I have been writing down what the gremlins have been composing. It has just been the occasional phrase here and there. I only do it whenever something really catches my eye. I looked at the gathering of words that I had; I added a few line breaks and some punctuation. Before I knew it, a pretty darned good poem had written itself.


Know to Like Deep Joy

By The Gremlins

Create a life full of art and music.
Approach joy, grace, passion.
But then you appear.

Dazzle!
Drawing surreal blue color.
Original shard.

Experiment!
Write about metaphor.
Compose my glorious dust masterpiece from the loom.

Observe!
I always scream in harmony;
My instrument is an angel silhouette.

Investigate!
Which sculpture said empty rhythm?
"Too bold," says you.


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Beginning Middle School

By Grayson P.

            It was my last day of elementary school.   I cried the evening before because I was worried that I would not have a good teacher next year my moving up ceremony.  I came to school. The breakfast was taste but the moving up ceremony was my main worry it was ok.  I just cried a little but it wasn’t like that Middle School was starting tomorrow.
            Then when the time came to go back to school I didn’t feel as bad to start this new chapter of my life.  When I went to the middle school opening assembly I realized that it wasn’t the same and I felt special that there was an extra year of middle school compared to a public school.  The bad thing was my teachers and head of school put me Academic Support. My teachers thought it would be good in the end I got out of academic support and I changed my self-knowing I could beat out my teachers and tell what was best for me. A blessing from the lord.  Both of my parent’s said “You took good leadership and where able to achieve anything” that made me feel a lot better. 
            When events such as late night, Halloween dance, and Christmas where good things because I was able to have fun with friends and meet others.  The best thing about that year was learning about Williamsburg.  I thought my teacher was good at teaching history. That unit told me a lot about colonial American history.  I never imagined I would have to sand and paint a block of wood in class. I knew a lot about sanding and painting but the problem here was that I was sanding inside with carpet floors that I did not want to mess up. I did Brouton Parish Church. It was hard to get an accurate place for the door and windows without ever seeing the building. I had to invision the windows by using YouTube, history.org, Brouton Paris Churches web site.  Another project we did was about a trade I was the book binder and made a butiful poster.  Finely we went to Jamestown and colonial Williamsburg. Jamestown was
Then came the moving up ceremony of 2013 it showed to me that I had been able to get through the 5th grade. Through all my 5th grade year I went through sad and joyful times I always had corege to accomplish what I was able to “Thank you God “.
  

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Achilles

By Mitchell

Best Warrior
Death by Achilles
No mercy to anyone
Battle

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Goddess

By Marley

Mythical girl
Athena is one god
Athena is a cool goddess
Magical

Monday, November 18, 2013

Spartan Warrior

By Thomas

Fierce warrior
Creates extreme chaos
Kills with each blow
Brave Warrior

Friday, November 15, 2013

Goddess

By Emily I.

Mythical girl
She is now a Greek myth
Aphrodite is beautiful
Beauty

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Soldier

By Steven

Spartan fighter
Marches and always fights
Courageously marching the Land
Courage

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Tyrant

By Grayson F.

Illegal Power
Kill the aristocrats
I need to help
Power

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Goddess

By Ashley

Beautiful Spring
Daughter of the Harvest
Lovely flowers grow everywhere
Spring Time

Monday, November 11, 2013

Fighter

By Garrett

Attacks Swiftly
Conquers his Enemies
Fighting in the Battle of Troy
Soldier

Friday, November 8, 2013

Aires

By Donnie

Flaming Weapon
Sparks your deepest dark fears
The God of all fighting and war
Deadly

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Pumpkin

By Connor

Big, Scary and orange.
making houses scary.
Pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns.
Scary!

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Goblins

By Clément

Spooky Masks
Scary goblin party
No witches just goblins
Scary!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Halloween

By Duncan

Scary witches
Skeletons, Cats, Bats,
Ghosts, haunted houses, candy
Trick-or-Treat

Monday, November 4, 2013

Learning to Ride My Bike

By Reyna


When I learned to my ride a bike I was 7 years old. I learned in an empty parking lot near my house. The parking lot had faded paint on the pavement. There was a gazebo where my mom, dad, and my sister were sitting. I was really scared and excited at the same time. My dad was the one who helped me stay up so that I could balance on my bike before I could ride it on my own. He had taught me how to ride my bike a couple of years before, but I hadn’t been on it for a long time so I forgot how to ride it. I was doing okay until I fell. After I fell I wanted to give up. My dad told me that I had to keep trying or else I would never learn how to ride my bike. I kept riding my bike and I had a lot of fun. Whenever someone passed by and saw me, I would stop and get off my bike because I didn’t want anybody to see me if I fell. I was so happy when I got home. I kept riding until it was dark outside.  Ever since I learned, I have been riding my bike all the time. I like to ride after school. In the summer I bike to my friend’s house a lot. After my sister learned how to ride a bike we’ve went on a lot of rides together.  We go on 10 mile rides with our dad sometimes. Now, riding my bike is one of my favorite things to do.


Friday, November 1, 2013

Candy

By Caity

Candy
Trick-or-treating
Hot Tomalies, Skittles
So much fun on Halloween Night
So Fun!

How to Fail at Bike Riding

By Mac

 My neighbor was going home. She was riding her bike and she hit a car. Of course it was not moving. I went outside to see what happened. I saw her on the roof a car. I got on my bike, when I was half way down the hill. I turned to sharply to the right and fell off my bike and scraped my knee. It was as big as the bottom of a water bottle. I thought my bike went spinning to my neighbor’s house. Then another neighbor picked me up and took me to my dad and my dad put some stuff on it that burned.
 The next week we went to Delaware. I had to put something that burned twice a day for a month. It hurt to go swimming. I could not play in the sand with all of my cousins or dig a hole with my brother. I sat in the sand and I had to stay indoors most of the time. When we were inside I couldn’t play any running games or even go up the stairs in minute.  I had to keep a bandage on it all the time except when I was putting the medicine.
The week before school started I was able to take the bandage off. I was sad because I thought I would get out of school for a while.  I asked dad if he would make me go to school,w he said “yes.” The only thing different about me is I can take injuries.