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Poetry 8th gr. reading-fall 2016

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Kaki Bennett

on 29 November 2016

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Transcript of Poetry 8th gr. reading-fall 2016

Giving
The Run
One-Worders
Lost shoe > Footwhere
#1 eye doctor > Toptometrist
What a guillotine does > Disconnecks
Porcupine's nickname > Lancelot
Cattle farm fence > Boundairy
Bungee jumper > Boyo-yo
Joey's house > Kangaroom
Dog bath > Chihuahuash
Pet entrance > Labradoor
Chicken nuggets > Cock-a-doodle-doom
Speed read > Gobble-de-book
Arithmetic whiz > Mathlete
Two skydivers > Pairachutists
World's biggest telescope > Vastronomer
The Wordplay's the Thing > Shakespirit
Bilingual
Poetry
by Jane Yolen
I have a little brother
Who loves to give me things,
Like small stones from our driveway
And plastic magic rings.

He gives me all his brussels sprouts,
And pennies that he finds.
He loves to hand me ladybugs
And curling orange rinds.

He gives me dandelions,
And little cubes of ice.
And yesterday he brought from school
An itchy head of lice.

Oh, no,
Thanks, Bro.
by Margarita Engle
Summer
on the island
of my mother's
family

School year
on the continent
of my father's
family

No wonder I feel
like two people --
two minds,
one heart
by Avis Harley
I love to race w
i
th the wind in my face
and feel that al
love
r runner's "high."

Whe
the
r

out
pace
d or in front of the race,

the pay
of
f is worth

th
a
t try.

Strength un
real
ized

stead
fast
ly flows,

and b
race
s me for the last-lap close.



by J. Patrick Lewis
Spiral Glide
by Mary Lee Hahn
Watching a hawk
soar in a thermal
I become him--
not flapping my wings
just leaning, turning, rising.
Up and up, above,
over, hover.
A dot lost
in the midday haze.
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