County Fair Place Assignment

Posted: January 25, 2012 in Uncategorized

As you work on your county fair assisgnment. Please use the following document for your good copy.




A jigsaw for poetry

Posted: January 11, 2012 in Uncategorized

As we begin poetry, here is a little exersize that we can use as a good talking point.


Once you have completed it, create a blog post explaining what it means in your own words.


If you complete that, find a poetry site and add links to it on your blogroll.



Another Very Famous Poem

Posted: January 10, 2012 in Uncategorized

The Creamation of Sam Magee was written by Robert Service. It was originally published in 1907. It concerns the cremation of a prospector who freezes to death near Lake Laberge in the  Yukon, Canada, as told by the man who cremates him. The man reading this poem is not, Robert Service as Robert Service passed away in 1958, years before internet.

The words to the poem are:

The Cremation of Sam McGee

poem by Robert W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tenessee
Where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the south to roam
’round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spell,
Though he’d often say in his homely way
That “he’d sooner live in Hell.”

On a Christmas day we were mushing our way
Over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold
It stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze
till sometimes we couldn’t see.
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one
To whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight
In our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’er head
Were dancing heel and toe,
He turns to me, and “Cap” says he
“I’ll cash in this trip, I guess.
And if I do, I’m asking that you
Won’t refuse my last request.”

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no,
Then he says with a sort of a moan,
“It’s the cursed cold, it’s got right hold
’til I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet tain’t being dead – it’s my awful dread
Of the icy grave that pains.
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
You’ll cremate my last remains.”

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed,
So I swore I would not fail.
And we started on at the streak of dawn,
But, God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
Of his home in Tenessee,
And before nightfall, a corpse was all
That was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death,
And I hurried, horror-driven.
With a corpse half hid, that I couldn’t get rid,
Because of a promise given.
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say,
“You may tax your brawn and your brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you
To cremate those last remains.”
Now, a promise made is a debt unpaid,
And the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb,
In my heart, how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night by the lone firelight
While the huskies ’round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows
Oh, God, how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay
Seemed to heavy and heavier grow.
But on I went, though the dogs were spent
And the grub was getting low.
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,
But I swore I would not give in.
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing
And it harkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake LeBarge
And a derelict there lay.
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
It was called the “Alice May”.
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
And I looked at my frozen chum,
Then “Here,” said I with a sudden cry
“Is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor
And lit the boiler fire.
Some coal I found that was lying around
And heaped the fuel higher.
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared –
Such a blaze you seldom see.
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal
And I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like
to hear him sizzle so.
And the heavens scowled and the huskies howled
and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled
down my cheeks, I don’t know why.
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with grisly fear.
But the stars were out and they danced about
‘ere again I ventured near.
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said
“I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”
…Then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cold and calm
In the heart of the furnace roar.
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
And said “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear
You’ll let in the cold and storm.
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tenessee,
It’s the first time I’ve been warm.”

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Performance Poetry

Posted: January 10, 2012 in Uncategorized

One of the things that we are going to be working toward is our own slam poem. This style of poetry is intended to really give the audience an emotional response to show them how passionate about the topic the poet is.

Here are some examples from some poets:



I had a holiday, did you?

Posted: January 10, 2012 in Thoughts

Welcome to 2012.

My family and I stayed here in Singapore this holiday for Christmas. We thought about going home, but the tickets were just too crazy. So instead we spent some time here and explored.

One of the activities we did was go to the Science Center to see the dinosaur exhibit. Ben loved the area where he could dig for bones and pretend to be an archeologist. At first he was nervous about the size of the robotic lifesize dinos, but once we decided they are puppets, he was just fine.

Later we spent some time at the Singapore Aquarium. Luke was facinated by the fish but was confused as too why he could not touch them.

After Christmas we went to the offroad RC track to take my new truck for a ride. Ben’s lambourgini did not do to well and ended up losing a mirror. We may need to upgrade his.

Overall it was a very relaxing holiday!

Look At You!!!

Posted: November 16, 2011 in Uncategorized

Here is some of the art you are doing. amazing!!