A great poem to use with children could be used a conversation starter. The children could discuss the use of the colour silver - why silver?
It could be the poets favourite colour. Maybe the moon made him choose silver becasue its the first thing he talks about.
You could then use this as a model for a class or group poem. What if we chose a different colour? Gold would be a easy choice with the golden sun to start. where he has used Adjectives and adverbs then you/the children should use the same.
E.g. Gold
Hurriedly, hungrily, rise the run
Causing the night to cease and run;
Stirring and stretching she claims it all
As life on earth hears her beckoning call;
The is most certainly a Key Stage two task and really challenges the writer to consider a range of vocabulary. This task is not as easy as it first seems. So far in my example I have not mentioned 'gold' the subject of my poem.
Silver
It could be the poets favourite colour. Maybe the moon made him choose silver becasue its the first thing he talks about.
You could then use this as a model for a class or group poem. What if we chose a different colour? Gold would be a easy choice with the golden sun to start. where he has used Adjectives and adverbs then you/the children should use the same.
E.g. Gold
Hurriedly, hungrily, rise the run
Causing the night to cease and run;
Stirring and stretching she claims it all
As life on earth hears her beckoning call;
The is most certainly a Key Stage two task and really challenges the writer to consider a range of vocabulary. This task is not as easy as it first seems. So far in my example I have not mentioned 'gold' the subject of my poem.
Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and a silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walter de la Mare
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