Poetry Week - 29th September 2014.
I've been looking forward to poetry week since we started school in September! I love reading poems, and I shared a few with you last year. Do you remember the assembly on William Wordsworth and the Lake District? Have a look for an earlier blog.
On Monday I read one of my favourite poems, "Night Mail" by W H Auden. I believe it was written for a documentary about the GPO (General Post Office) - today we know the GPO as the Royal Mail.
I have added the youtube link below - please check with your parent or carer before watching.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmciuKsBOi0
Night Mail.
This is the Night Mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner, the girl next door.
Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
The gradient's against her, but she's on time.
Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder,
Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,
Snorting noisily, she passes
Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.
Birds turn their heads as she approaches,
Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches.
Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course;
They slumber on with paws across.
In the farm she passes no one wakes,
But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes.
W H Auden
Quiz Time!
Do you remember me talking about the poem during assembly? See how many questions you can answer!
- What border are they referring to?
- What is a postal order?
- What do you think beattock is?
- What is the relevance of the word "shovelling"?
- What causes the jug to gently shake?
Mr Wright i now that it is to late to write a poem but could i write a Christmas poem.
ReplyDeleteMr Wright this is my poem. Lord, the snowfall sky in this pale December fingers my clear eye lest seeing, i remember not that naked baby weeping in the stable nor the singing boys all around my table, not the dizzy star bursting on the pane nor the leopard sun pawing the rain only the deep garden where green lilies grow, the sailors rolling in the sea's blue snow.This is the Christmas poem called sailor's carol.By jasleen on the day Tuesday 4Th November 2014.
Really well done Jasleen . A really good poem !!
DeleteI like calm poems
ReplyDeleteI watched the video and my cousin sang along with its tune and so did I. I really like this song/poem because it is a good tune and you can easily here the beat in each sentence word .
ReplyDeleteI ike poems that are funny
ReplyDeleteexample
The gurgling, burbling plug-hole monster,
Is waiting to slurp up your bath!
Skulking below in the bowels of the drain,
It belches its bubbling wrath!
Biding its time, till you pull out the plug,
Watch out, or it nibbles your feet!
The terrible, blubbering beast there within,
Is something you don't want to meet!
A blobulous mass of suddy shampoo,
It gulps dirty water with glee.
Then shiftily checks for the presence of toes,
And, with luck, the occasional knee!
So take heed and beware as you finish your soak,
And ensure that you keep your legs clear!
Let it swig till it's full, hear it grumble and moan,
And despondently then disappear!