I am thinking of some way to relate this video clip to poetry, but actually, I just wanted to share it with all of you! Besides, it is a great way to begin our unit on Forces (and Structures)...and a good link to Media, too! There must be a poem in here somewhere...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
HAPPY SNOW DAY EVERYONE!!!!
It seems like we should all be celebrating this happy event together somehow, but then I guess it would not be a Snow Day!! :) Anyway, my first thought was of all of you today and how much fun you would have in the snow...and no Social Studies test, either! ;) I thought I would need to shovel the snow so I could get my car out of my driveway and off to Norman Cook early, but instead I am writing a haiku on our blog:
Norman Cook Snow Day!
Classroom's dark, our books can sleep
Celebrate the snow!
(PS: I don't think the poor groundhog is going to see his shadow today!! Does that mean that Spring is almost here??!!)
Norman Cook Snow Day!
Classroom's dark, our books can sleep
Celebrate the snow!
(PS: I don't think the poor groundhog is going to see his shadow today!! Does that mean that Spring is almost here??!!)
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
A little Frost for a Frosty Day!
Hello everyone! I am really looking forward to reading your thoughts about THIS famous poem by Robert Frost. (I will tell you my thoughts later, because I don't want to influence you in any way!) PLEASE MAKE CONNECTIONS: to yourself, to other poems or stories you have read, to the world around you...
By the way, some of you have still not voted for your favourite poem on our blog so far. Please do this today!
In the meantime, have a happy snowy day (and, apparently, a very snowy evening!) and I will see you tomorrow! Now, here is the poem:
By the way, some of you have still not voted for your favourite poem on our blog so far. Please do this today!
In the meantime, have a happy snowy day (and, apparently, a very snowy evening!) and I will see you tomorrow! Now, here is the poem:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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