Name: ___________________________ Color Group: A L S O Grade 9 Favorite Place Poem Sample Sample Poems I am including two sample poems for you. The first is what I like to call a level one poem. It doesn’t require quite as much work as a level two poem. I have included a graphic organizer for the level one poem. The second poem is what I call a level two poem. It requires you to dig a little deeper. It does not have a graphic organizer. You have to think through the story you want to tell, keeping the important imagery and letting go of the irrelevant pieces. LEVEL ONE POEM SAMPLE Title The Woods in Fall Introduce your favorite place somehow Fall has arrived in my favorite woods, but it passes far too quickly. Include something you see The woods are dressed in splendid colors like fire and sunlight brought to life. Include something you hear I hear birds announce themselves happily, sharing their soulful songs with me as I wander the meandering trails. Include something you smell I smell the burning leaves of a bonfire somewhere, signaling the end of fall and the coming of winter. Include something you feel Include something you taste Wrap it up! Perhaps repeat your first line. YOUR TURN! Title Introduce your place somehow Include something you see Include something you hear Include something you smell Include something you feel Include something you taste Wrap it up! Perhaps repeat your first line. A chilly breeze nips at my cheeks and makes my nose run while I blow and sip on the hot chocolate I’ve brought, sweet marshmallows bobbing up and down in my mug. Fall has arrived in my favorite woods, but it passes far too quickly. LEVEL TWO POEM This imagery chart was the foundation for the poem on the back of this page. Notice that not every piece of imagery that was brainstormed was used in the poem. The author chose which elements to include and which to save for another day. Favorite Place: Grandma’s House Visual Imagery (sight) Auditory Imagery (sound) Olfactory Imagery (smell) Gustatory Imagery (taste) Kinesthetic Imagery (touch w/skin) flickering light of the television sound of baby birds living in the air conditioner the smell of tea, dark and bitter buttery mashed potatoes the smooth feeling of feel of the being safe peas as I flick them out of the peapod green and the nightly white shutters news on in the background the sweet smell of hydrangeas sweet coffee the rough edges of the puzzle pieces coziness screened in front porch in the shade the sound of a tub filling up the smell of dusty books and papers strawberry ice cream the warm water in the bathtub routine dim light of old lanterns the sound of newspaper pages turning the smell of coffee, inviting the sparkle of costume jewelry grandma’s fake teeth clicking mushy cooked peas the breeze on the porch the hug of the soft armchair’s wings Organic or Subjective Imagery (emotion/sens ations) Grandma’s House I remember visiting you as a child, falling into your routine like it was my own, because it was cozy and secure. It was safe. It was like coming home. Everything was familiar. The sweet floral scent of hydrangeas as I walked up the stairs, past the sound of baby birds growing in the air conditioner, onto the shaded, screened-in porch, beneath the green and white shutters--Greener even than the peas we shelled on that same porch, flicking the smooth, cool pale green balls out of the peapod, knowing you would cook them to mush later that evening, to be served with buttery mashed potatoes, hamburger fried to grayness, and dark, bitter, tea. I never cared how bad it was, because you made it. You made it for me. We would settle into the evening tracing the rough edges of puzzle pieces while the light flickered from the television and the sound of grandpa flipping pages of the newspaper couldn’t quite cover the sound of you, grandma, clicking your fake teeth. I miss that sound. I miss you, grandma.