Last night I found a book I made in 7th grade. In our English class we created a book from start to finish — folding paper, sewing through the center, and binding it with a cover made from cardboard and fabric. Then the books became part of our poetry unit — we learned about different kinds of poems and figurative language and wrote examples of them. For my simile example I compared a good friend to a dog. For personification I said that “the moon crept and hid behind the bare, autumn trees.”
It’s always fun to read things you wrote at another time of your life. Here are some poems I found:
great puffs of black clouds
explode like many cannons
on a battlefield.
a field of daisies
blooming in the warm sunshine.
soft as kitten’s fur,
forming a downy blanket
dew drops glisten as they melt.
Roasting marshmallows over a campfire
that crackles and spits
out hot, burning embers and ashes
on my shoes. Toasting the marshmallows to a golden brown
color, and popping them in my mouth.