Monday, October 10, 2016

Story poem - removing the rubble


Ms Marcelle and I worked with the Grade 4 students creating story poems today.

This activity is to get students thinking about what poetry is.
First we modeled the activity, then students used their own story, creating a story poem from a narrative they wrote earlier in the year.


Story from Unhappily Ever After by Paul Jennings
Remove the rubble version
Albert pulled up his socks and wiped his sweaty hands on the seat of his pants. He did up the top button of his shirt and adjusted his school tie. Then he trudged slowly up the stairs.
He was going to get the strap.
He knew it, he just knew it. He couldn't think of one thing he had done wrong but he knew Mr Brown was going to give him the strap anyway. He would find some excuse to whack Albert – he always did.
Albert's stomach leapt up and down as if it was filled with jumping frogs. Something in his throat stopped him from swallowing properly. He didn't want to go. He wished he could faint or be terribly sick so he would have to be rushed off to hospital in an ambulance. But nothing happened. He felt his own feet taking him up to his doom.
He stood outside the big brown door and trembled. He was afraid but he made his usual resolution. He would not cry. He would not ask for mercy. He would not even wince. There was no way he was going to give Mr Brown that pleasure.
He took a deep breath and knocked softly.
Albert
Sweaty hands
Adjusted his school tie
Trudged slowly….



The strap.

He knew it.
Couldn’t think of one thing.

The strap anyway

Whack.


Stomach leapt
Jumping frogs
Stop swallowing properly

He wished he could faint.



Doom.




Big brown door.

Not even wince.


Deep breath.
Knock softly.
Here is the Story poem the class created ...

Albert
Sweaty hands

Adjusted his school tie
Trudged slowly….

The strap.
He knew it.
Couldn’t think of one thing.

The strap anyway
Whack.

Stomach leapt
Jumping frogs
Stop swallowing properly
He wished he could faint.

Doom.
Big brown door.

Not even wince.
Deep breath.
Knock softly.




The students then started pulling out the descriptive words from their story, creating their own poem.
They will finish these and publish their poems on their blogs later in the week.



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