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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Many of you are working on 6 room poems this week. Post your drafts and/or final copies here; I'm looking forward to reading your writing! I posted my rough draft below. I'd like your feedback. What are your stars and wishes for this piece?
My grandmother’s house still Sits proud and strong on the corner of High Street and Orchard Lane. Almost Swallowed up by the city, but still grand. Deep red brick, and tall; Tall as a girl can look up.
Time is frozen in that house on High Street I’m four years old and swinging on the porch Waiting for my cousin to come and play Cabs and busses hiss by On their way to somewhere else.
Grandma is clanking pots and pans in the kitchen, You can hear it through the screen door. Turkey and pumpkin pie swirl around Making mouths water and tummies growl. The chime of the kitchen timer signals dinner is near. Time is frozen in that house on High Street.
Muffled Sounds of adults, Talking adult things. Kids being kids Shouting and squealing, protected By that big brick house holding us so tight.
When the sun begins to set The day’s last rays bully their way through The frosty glass. They bounce off the chandelier Scattering tiny rainbows all about the room. I try to step on them, but they won’t go away until The sun says goodnight and sinks behind the trees.
She stands proud and strong on the corner of High Street and Orchard Lane. Does that house remember us? Does it miss us? Will pots and pans clang in her kitchen? Will tiny chandeliers Scatter across the wool carpet? Will a little girl try to step on them As the sun sinks behind the trees? Time stands still and I am Four years old in that house On High Street.
Mossy, West Virginia Where my grandpas old house stands, Proud, and strong Begging , Begging, Begging, For us to come back home!
Bright red bricks pilled high on top of 1 another, 2 stories high to me it was a play tower, when I stood on that porch I felt like I could fly, and touch the sky!
Mossy, West Virginia Where my grandpas old house stands, Proud, and strong Begging , Begging, Begging, For us to come back home!
Bright red bricks pilled high on top of 1 another, 2 stories high to me it was a play tower, when I stood on that porch I felt like I could fly, and touch the sky!
The House on High Street
ReplyDeleteKathy Heim
My grandmother’s house still
Sits proud and strong on the corner of
High Street and Orchard Lane. Almost
Swallowed up by the city, but still grand.
Deep red brick, and tall;
Tall as a girl can look up.
Time is frozen in that house on High Street
I’m four years old and swinging on the porch
Waiting for my cousin to come and play
Cabs and busses hiss by
On their way to somewhere else.
Grandma is clanking pots and pans in the kitchen,
You can hear it through the screen door.
Turkey and pumpkin pie swirl around
Making mouths water and tummies growl.
The chime of the kitchen timer signals dinner is near.
Time is frozen in that house on High Street.
Muffled Sounds of adults,
Talking adult things. Kids being kids
Shouting and squealing, protected
By that big brick house holding us so tight.
When the sun begins to set
The day’s last rays bully their way through
The frosty glass. They bounce off the chandelier
Scattering tiny rainbows all about the room.
I try to step on them, but they won’t go away until
The sun says goodnight and sinks behind the trees.
She stands proud and strong on the corner of
High Street and Orchard Lane.
Does that house remember us? Does it miss us?
Will pots and pans clang in her kitchen? Will tiny chandeliers
Scatter across the wool carpet? Will a little girl try to step on them
As the sun sinks behind the trees? Time stands still and I am
Four years old in that house
On High Street.
KMM:)
ReplyDeleteHELP ME NOW!!!!!!
Mossy, West Virginia
Where my grandpas old house stands,
Proud, and strong
Begging ,
Begging,
Begging,
For us to come back home!
Bright red bricks pilled high on top of 1 another,
2 stories high
to me it was a play tower,
when I stood on that porch I felt like I could fly,
and touch the sky!
OK I NEED UR HELP REALLY BAD!!!!!
KMM:)
ReplyDeleteHELP ME NOW!!!!!!
Mossy, West Virginia
Where my grandpas old house stands,
Proud, and strong
Begging ,
Begging,
Begging,
For us to come back home!
Bright red bricks pilled high on top of 1 another,
2 stories high
to me it was a play tower,
when I stood on that porch I felt like I could fly,
and touch the sky!
OK I NEED UR HELP REALLY BAD!!!!!