Introduction
Hi um this is my first time making a webquest. This is about poems old and new. i will give you some old and new poems you can read. Thank you, hope you like.
Task
here is a Shel Silverstein poem. Its called “Adventures of a Frisbee”
The Frisbee, he got tired of sailing To and fro and to;
And thought about the other things That he might like to do.
So the next time that they threw him, He turned there in the sky,
And sailed away to try and find Some new things he could try.
He tried to be an eyeglass,
But no one could see through him. He tried to be a UFO,
But everyone knew him.
He tried to be a dinner plate,
But he got cracked and quit.
He tried to be a pizza,
But got tossed and baked and bit.
He tried to be a hubcap,
But the cars all moved too quick. He tried to be a record,
But the spinnin' made him sick.
He tried to be a quarter,
But he was too big to spend.
So he rolled home, quite glad to be A Frisbee once again.
The next poem is a not a old one. this poem is from By Cynthia Zarin it is called "April".
Now out of this vast silence
the cherry trees scraping their gnarled limbs
on the sky, and the wind hurls down
a flurry of petals, a snowstorm really,
a thousand prints on the wet pavement,
each one a pair of white shutters, opening.
Numinous, the souls of the dead, and now you,
. . . among them—an intake of breath.
How little it seems to me now,
we knew each other.
But still, it is so beautiful, the place where you were—
a table, two chairs, a tree growing up
right through the floor, and outside,
a flicker of swallows in the hedgerows,
the tulips’ purple chevrons a row of arrowheads.
. . . It is wherever you
want to be, although by now you are
beyond wanting. Or at least that’s
what they say of the dead.
The place where you were holds the light
the way the leaves do after dusk
when small animals conduct
their assignations—the shrew, the mouse, the mole
running their études in the mossy shadows.
. . . You were always so
afraid of falling short. If only you hadn’t
done such a good job of dying.
But it is so
beautiful where you were, above
the garden, where it is snowing, this morning in April,
on the bleached white pansies,
the downed cherry blossoms
. . . .
where you so often sat,
talking and talking.
Process
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Evaluation
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Conclusion
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