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[lhasa]

I need a song (just lyrics...no singing) or poem for intermediate middle school students to learn.

Quickly thought of Lennon's 'Imagine' but know that may not go over so well with some parents.

Any suggestions?

[richardlang]

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

William Wordsworth (1799)

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams (1934)

[gypsyfish]

Hug O' War
Shel Silverstein

I will not play at tug o' war
I'd rather play at hug o' war,

Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,

Where everyone kisses
And everyone grins
And everyone cuddles
And everyone wins.


(finish by having your students give each other a big hug)

[gypsyfish]

Where Go the Boats?

~Robert Louis Stevenson

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating-
Where will all come home?

On goes the river,
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

[morrisonhotel]

How about Edwin Morgan's Siesta of a Hungarian Snake?

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Maybe slightly difficult but might help their comprehension of sounds.

Or The Tyger
By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?