Welcome to Our Blog!

Our classroom blog was created as a place where we can meet online together to reflect on and explore ideas, share opinions, discuss various topics and also create! I am so excited to be a part of all the learning that is going to go on here and I hope you are, too! Now, what about the name of our blog? The Read Wheelbarrow was chosen as a "play on words" and refers to a very interesting poem (I think) by William Carlos Williams called The Red Wheelbarrow. It is the first of many, many poems we will read and discuss. With it our blogging adventure begins...so, happy blogging everyone!

Showing posts with label Christina Rosetti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christina Rosetti. Show all posts

Monday, November 21, 2011

An Interesting Rock Poem

What do you think about this poem...? Why is Flint more important than all the beautiful gem stones?

Flint
by Christina Rosetti

An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.


A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds a fire.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Windy October

I was listening to the wind last night and thought about these two poems. I wonder which one you like better? Don't forget to tell me why...!

Windy Nights
By Robert Louis Stevenson

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

Who do you think the man is?
While you are thinking about that, here is the second poem:


Who has seen the wind?
by Christina Georgina Rosetti
 
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

I'm looking forward to reading about your ideas!