https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw en-us 2017-11-12 17:18:34 UTC 2017-11-12 18:06:17 UTC hello@padlet.com bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206005765 The old woman across the way
    is whipping the boy again
and shouting to the neighborhood
    her goodness and his wrongs.

Wildly he crashes through elephant ears,
    pleads in dusty zinnias,
while she in spite of crippling fat
    pursues and corners him.

She strikes and strikes the shrilly circling
    boy till the stick breaks
in her hand.  His tears are rainy weather
    to woundlike memories:

My head gripped in bony vise
    of knees, the writhing struggle
to wrench free, the blows, the fear
    worse than blows that hateful

Words could bring, the face that I
    no longer knew or loved . . .
Well, it is over now, it is over,
    and the boy sobs in his room,

And the woman leans muttering against
    a tree, exhausted, purged—
avenged in part for lifelong hidings
    she has had to bear.

By: Robert Hayden]]> 2017-11-12 17:21:24 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206005765 bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206006889 When reading this poem I think of a reasonable sized white house with lots of flowers and trees around it. I can see a kid running from his mother after being caught doing something wrong. But all of this is being seen through a window across the street by a neighbor. ]]> 2017-11-12 17:29:09 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206006889 bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206007293 1. Reminded me of when I lived in New Hampshire and house was surrounded by flowers and strawberries.
2. This also brought back memories of watching my sisters play outside through a window while i was in timeout. 
3. Surprising this also brought back memories from the only time I was ever spanked because I stole cookies.

]]> 2017-11-12 17:32:00 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206007293 bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206008672 This poem is made in free verse and seems an event that happens repeatedly but also to triggers an emotional response from his past. ]]> 2017-11-12 17:41:26 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206008672 bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206009411 The speaker sounds emotional and educated. It seems like he is working or stuck at home and see this happens frequently. I feel like the narrator is a man because it seems like he connects better with the little boy. So much so that he has a flash back to the time where he was in the same the situation.]]> 2017-11-12 17:46:38 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206009411 bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206010167 I think this poem has a couple of values. For myself, it reminds me that your actions can have a lasting affect on people. Also as a society we can see how growth through discipline can happen. But there is a fine line between discipline and abusive punishment. ]]> 2017-11-12 17:52:04 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206010167 bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206010773 Zinnias: An American plant of the daisy family that is widely cultivated for its bright showy flowers.
Shrilly: High-pitched and piercing noise.
Writhing: Respond with great emotional or physical discomfort to.]]> 2017-11-12 17:56:45 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206010773 bbyrnes3 https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206011231 goodness vs. wrongs
tension vs. relief
old vs. young
present vs. memory]]> 2017-11-12 18:00:17 UTC https://padlet.com/bbyrnes3/iuo9k9neyhrw/wish/206011231