1) Fairytale land
2) Pictures
3) Scenery
4) Mystery
5) Camera
6) Fun
4. The feeling of happiness is constantly used in the poem to tell readers that snapshotland is an island with happy people.
5. "Tea" and "Sea" in the first stanza. "Delight" and "Sight" in the third stanza.
6. Lasting forever: "Lovers", "Life", "Sun Shine" and "Happiness".
7. The poem is constantly using scenery to describe happiness and the lives of the people in Snapshotland.
8. The people in snapshotland are always happy.
9a. The poet.
9b. The poem is for children or adults who are interested in beautiful scenery, it is to let them have a better thought of a scenery.
9c. The speaker is calm and happy in his tone.
9d. The poet is also calm and happy towards his audience.
9e. The poet slowly advances from a young age of people to an older age of people. To let people have a smooth flow of reading as they read the poem.
9f. To let the reader feel happy.
10. The poet wants to help people think about happy things, to help them distress.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Listening To Sounds
I heard the owls hooting in the dark.
I heard the sheep bleating beyond the hill.
I heard the wolves howling the forest awake.
I heard the sparrows singing a conversation.
I heard the dogs barking up the trees.
I heard the horses set off on their hoofs.
I heard the bulls huff as they charged towards the greener side of the land.
I heard the bees buzz with sweetened rythms.
I heard the frogs croak as the clouds turned dark.
I heard the mice scatter rapidly past the kitchen floor.
I heard the roosters waking the farm up.
I heard the turkeys purr with ironic agony when Christmas came.
I heard the pigeons coo as they looked for leftovers.
I heard the ducks quacking in the pond.
I heard the pigs grunting in hungriness.
I heard the cats meow for a ball of yarn.
I heard the sheep bleating beyond the hill.
I heard the wolves howling the forest awake.
I heard the sparrows singing a conversation.
I heard the dogs barking up the trees.
I heard the horses set off on their hoofs.
I heard the bulls huff as they charged towards the greener side of the land.
I heard the bees buzz with sweetened rythms.
I heard the frogs croak as the clouds turned dark.
I heard the mice scatter rapidly past the kitchen floor.
I heard the roosters waking the farm up.
I heard the turkeys purr with ironic agony when Christmas came.
I heard the pigeons coo as they looked for leftovers.
I heard the ducks quacking in the pond.
I heard the pigs grunting in hungriness.
I heard the cats meow for a ball of yarn.
My Poem On Life
Life is a wrestling match with twisty turns.
Moving there knocks you out.
Dodging that lays you in a lock.
Counter both and still bashed by backstab.
With the slightest chance that you be the backstabber.
Backstabbing the basher,
Win or lose, the backstabber best knows.
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