Poetry

Acrostic Poem   

JOURNALS…

 

 

Jumbled full of thoughts and ideas

Oblivious to status

Unbolts the inner soul

Rejuvenates the lonely and weary

Never to early or late

Always open and near

Listens to secrets and dreams

Special memory keepers

   

Found Poem 

 

 Concrete Poem

 

I Am Poem

I am a Triceratops 

 

I am three horned and slow

I wonder why I have to be a distinct reptile

I hear the wind blowing through the trees in my home, the forest

I see my children grazing peacefully at the river bank

I want to munch on the luscious green plants

I am three horned and slow

 

I pretend that nothing can harm me since I am the largest of all the horned dinosaurs

I feel safe because I always travel in a small group

I touch the leaves with my scissor like teeth

I worry that my sharp horns and wide frill will not scare T. Rex away

I cry when one of my kin dies or is killed by another dinosaur

I am three horned and slow

 

I understand that I am from Western North America

I say I am as big as a garbage truck

I dream about getting to walk on the Earth again

I try to protect my young against predators 

I hope I will always be remembered as an amazing creature

I am three horned and slow

 

 

Sources Used:

Lessem, Don., and Dodson, Peter, PH.D. Time for Learning: Dinosaurs. Illinois: Publications International, Ltd., 2004.

Tricerotops JPEG picture.

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