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