Monday, June 3, 2013

Multi-Genre Magazine Planning Letter


Multigenre Magazine

When writers have deadlines, it is important that they plan in advance to meet those deadlines. Your Multigenre Magazine is due in school on Wednesday, June 19.

As part of your finished project, you need to:
¨ Write at least five pieces (additional quality pieces will be given extra credit), including:
o   A nonfiction piece
o   A poem
o   A fictional piece
o   An essay or feature article
o   An artistic piece
¨ Revise and edit your pieces to make sure they are the best possible quality
¨ Publish your pieces neatly (either by handwriting the pieces or typing them—an adult may help with the typing)
¨ Assemble your pieces into a magazine with a catchy cover (If multiple students are working together on a magazine, they only need one cover.)

The next page is a planning calendar to help you and your family plan out what still needs to be done for your magazine. Please fill it out this weekend. It is due in school on Tuesday. I will make a copy of it on Tuesday and return it to you. 

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Half Day of School
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Friday, May 31, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 31 (by Jack)

I chose "Fireworks" because it tells a lot of strong words and I like how they rhyme.

Fireworks

Bam! there goes another!
Screaming as it goes 
It's getting high in the sky!
And fizzle- there she blows
WHOOSH!
Up high above the houses
Behind a trail of sparks
Yellow, orange, red and white
Exploding in the dark
-by Jack 

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 30 (by Peter)

I chose "Invitation" by Shel Silverstein because it the definition of "poem" to me. It was the only poem that came to mind.


INVITATION
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
-by Shel Silverstein 


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 29 (by Owen)

I chose "The Magical Eraser" because I think that is funny and it is one of my favorites.

The Magical Eraser

She wouldn't believe
This pencil has
A magical eraser.
She said I was a silly moo,
She said I was a liar too,
She dared me prove that it was true,
And so what could I do--
I erased her! 



Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 28 (by Lily)

I chose "The Hard Poem" because I wrote it myself and it is one of my best.

Hard Poem

Poems are hard
I cannot write
I'm in a frenzy, in a fright,
I simply cannot think tonight
poems are hard.

Poems are hard
my teacher told me I should make
a poem of anything, say a snake
but I cannot, even for her sake
poems are hard.

Poems are hard 
but I must now try,
though by and by and by,
I cannot lest-a fly!
poems are hard.

Poems are hard 
I'll think of water in a dome 
but say, is this a real poem?
and now, I really must go home,
poems are hard.
-Lily


Monday, May 27, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 27 (by Katie)


The poem I want to share with you today is called "Things" by Eloise Greenfield. You've probably heard it read over the loudspeaker by Ms. Phillips during Family Friday.

I chose this poem because it really captures the staying power of poetry. Just like Eloise Greenfield, there are poems I've carried with me my entire life. Some are humorous poems I read again and again in Shel Silverstein's poetry books. Others are poems that my mom recited to me each night when I was falling asleep, poems her mother had shared with her. Still more are the poems I wrote as a child and memorized to perform for my classmates and family. There is even a poem about getting underwear for Christmas that my first grade teacher taught me; my entire extended family will never forget it! Poems are powerful, and "Things" by Eloise Greenfield certainly represents that.

Things
Went to the corner
Walked in the store
Bought me some candy
Ain't got it no more
Ain't got it no more
Went to the beach
Played on the shore
Built me a sandhouse
Ain't got it no more
Ain't got it no more
Went to the kitchen
Lay down on the floor
Made me a poem
Still got it
Still got it

Poem ©Eloise Greenfield. All rights reserved.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 26 (by Matthew)

I chose "True Story" because I love how it lied over and over and it keeps going until it gets so worse it
has to stop at the end.

True Story


This morning I jumped on my horse
And went for a ride,
And some wild outlaws chased me
And shot me in the side.
So I crawled into a wildcats cave
To find a place to hide
But some pirates found me sleeping there
And soon they had me tied
To a pole and built a fire
Under me---I almost cried
Till a mermaid came and cut me loose
And begged to be my bride
So I said id come back Wednesday
But I must admit I lied.
Then I ran into a jungle swamp
But I forgot my guide
And I stepped into some quicksand
And no matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t get out, until I met
A watersnake named Clyde
Who pulled me to some cannibals
Who planned to have me fried
But an eagle came and swooped me up
And through the air we flied
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide
And you’ll never guess what I did then---
I DIED

-by Shel Silverstein