Poetry unit

Poems by Oliver

Mom's Sock 

Fluffy and furry, 

small, hole.

Mom's sock

Has a hole,

Has foot,

There's two black spots,

Fuzzy, warm,

Gray, Mommy reaction,

Big,

Has lines.

Poems by Benjamin

(untitled)

A gray, fuzzy, feather

from the land below

not, finking, for going

to and fro

(Haiku)

My topic is socks.

No, they're not made out of rocks

Nor good old, plain blocks

Atoms

small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small

Trenchers

The snow falls

We make walls

We dig a trench

Without a bench

Then we throw snowballs

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don'          a

I                    a
hope                     a
I                                 a
tall.                                 a
so                                        a
are                                            l
mids                                              l
pyra                                                          l
the                                                                l

Poems by Joyce

My Sock

Why does my sock have a hole?

Did I use it to shovel coal?

No, that's not it.

I will submit.

Maybe I should hang it from a pole