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Emily I think you did sunset.... Am I right???

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Zac- nighttime

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ivy

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kara I think you did nighttime.... right or wrong???

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john-sunset

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Zac- nighttime is what you did

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Kara you did Autumn Change..... is that right?

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x did nighttime

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Zac- Nighttime

Emily- Sunset

Anahjah- Nighttime

Xavier-Nighttime

Riley-Sunset

Devonte-Sunset

Ivy-Autumn Change

Kara- Autumn Change

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Anahjah- I think you did Nighttime

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Zac- i believe that you did the night time poem..is that right?

Emily- i think that u did sunset is that right?

Riley- i think you did sunset!

Ivy- i think u did autumn!

Xavier-nighttime

Devonte-sunset

Anahjah- Nighttime

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Carlos - Winter Sky at Evening Time

Riley - Sunset

Zac - Night Time

Chase - Night Time

Laney - Sunset

Devonte - Night Time

Anahjah - Night Time

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riley - think you did sunset

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Zac-Nighttime

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1.) Read all the poems posted below

2.) Choose ONE poem that you want to outline the imagery in

3.) Reading your selected poem closely, look for words and scenes that are created using imagery

4.) Using the internet, find pictures that will tell your poem using ONLY images

5.) Click on the images and save them to a word document.

6.) Once you have all the images that go along with your poem, upload the document with the photos in it to the padlet.

\HINT:

Your images must be in order of the images the poet describes in their poem

When uploading, put your name in the top line of the box, but DO NOT put which poem you chose to create images for (as a class we will try to guess)

Example: Sunset

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Nighttime falls in the city
Lights blink on everywhere
Yet the streets are full and busy
As excitement fills the air

Nighttime falls in the country
Beasts settle down to rest
Farmer with eggs of plenty
The climate is at its best

Nighttime falls in the mountains
Wind in trees dark and tall
A river's foamy fountains
An ancient owl mourns for all

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The fire in the sky is dying
The mountains are tall and dark
The spirit of the day is flying
Sunset leaves its mark

The colors up on high are lovely
The air is clear and cool
An ending approaches mildly
Day and night begin a duel

But the light must give way sometime
And who will win, I'll bet
Is dark, mysterious nighttime
As day gives way to sunset

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The autumn change
Brings out the range
Of colors bright and bold
A dying flicker of shiny gold

Before the hue is dead
Out springs Indian red
A scarlet so serene
Overcome by olive green

When the molten colors turn over
The time is now October
Orange speckles to the ground
With traces of hickory brown
Colors so simple yet also strange
Reflect the mystery of the season's change

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Crystalized trees etched upon the sky
Gently painted with pastel colors
A hue of pink, a touch of blue
Surrounded by the softest purple
The winter sky at evening time
Reflects confidence in the dawn
The return of light, return of warmth
Spring but a whisper just behind

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The winter evening settles down

With smell of steaks in passageways.

Six o'clock.

The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

And now a gusty shower wraps

The grimy scraps

Of withered leaves about your feet

And newspapers from vacant lots;

The showers beat

On broken blinds and chimney-pots,

And at the corner of the street

A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wadsworth, 1804

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wadsworth, 1804

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          I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
          That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
          When all at once I saw a crowd,
          A host, of golden daffodils;
          Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
          Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

          Continuous as the stars that shine
          And twinkle on the milky way,
          They stretched in never-ending line
          Along the margin of a bay:                                  10
          Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
          Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

          The waves beside them danced; but they
          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
          A poet could not but be gay,
          In such a jocund company:
          I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
          What wealth the show to me had brought:

          For oft, when on my couch I lie
          In vacant or in pensive mood,                               20
          They flash upon that inward eye
          Which is the bliss of solitude;
          And then my heart with pleasure fills,
          And dances with the daffodils.