January 23-27 - PROJECT 2

PROJECT 2

Edit Poem: Autobiography

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2. Choose 1 poem from below and type it into word as you  make words look like they sound
3. HAS TO FIT ON 1 PAGE!!!
4. SAVE and SAVE OFTEN!!! 

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POEM 1

NEVER

I’ve never roped a Brahma bull

I’ve never fought a duel,

I’ve never crossed the desert

On a lop-eared, swayback mule,

I’ve never climbed an idol’s nose

To steal a cursed jewel.

I’ve never gone down with my ship

Into the bubblin’ brine,

I’ve never saved a lion’s life

And then had him save mine,

Or screamed Ahoooo while swingin’ through

The jungle on a vine.

I’ve never dealt draw poker

In a rowdy lumber camp,

Or got up at the count of nine

To beat the world’s champ,

I’ve never had my picture on

A six-cent postage stamp.

I’ve never scored a touchdown

On a ninety-yard run,

I’ve never winged six Daltons

With my dying brother’s gun . . .

Or kissed Miz Jane, and rode my hoss

Into the setting sun.

Sometimes I get so depressed

‘Bout what I haven’t done.

-    Shel Silverstein

POEM 2

WHATIF

Last night, while I lay thinking here,

Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

And pranced and partied all night long

And sang their same old Whatif song:

Whatif I’m dumb in school?

Whatif I get beat up?

Whatif there’s poison in my cup?

Whatif I start to cry?

Whatif I get sick and die?

Whatif I flunk that test?

Whatif green hair grows on my chest?

Whatif nobody likes me?

Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?

Whatif I don’t grow taller?

Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

Whatif the fish won’t bite?

Whatif the wind tears my kite?

Whatif they start a war?

Whatif my parents get divorced?

Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don’t grow in straight?

Whatif I tear my pants?

Whatif I never learn to dance?

Everything seems swell, and then

The nighttime Whatifs strike again!

-    Shel Silverstein

POEM 3

THIS BRIDGE

This Bridge will only take you halfway there

To those mysterious lands you long to see:

Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fairs

And moonlit woods where unicorns run free.

So come and walk awhile with me and share

The twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known.

But this bridge will only take you halfway there - - -

The last few steps you’ll have to take alone.

-    Shel Silverstein