At the end of the day the frozen marsh and dead river are descending. The sun glimmers and flashes, through the clouds, on the village windows. The snow no longer marks the buried fences o’er the road o’er the plain. A funeral train slowly passes through the meadows like fearful shadows. The dismal knell makes every feeling inside me respond. Now the shadows are trailing, tolling within, my bewailing heart, like a funeral bell. The author is talking about what an afternoon in February looks like to him. The author is trying to say that the beauty of winter is not only snow and games, but the whole setting.
Snowman Sniffles
At winter’s end until you wake
A snowman grows and find one day
A snowdrop the cold, old man
On his carrot nose, has run away,
A little, sad, and winter’s end
Late- season sniff that blow and pass
Dried by the spring left drifts of snowdrops
Wind’s handkerchief in the grass,
But day and night reminding us:
The sniffles drop where such things grow
Like flower buds a snowman sniffled
- they never stop, not long ago.
By N.M. Bodecker
I chose this poem because I really liked the idea the idea of building a snowman at the end of winter and watching it melt away every day, day by day. The poem is unique because he explains the melting snow as the snowman’s runny nose. It connects to my topic “winter” because one of the most fun things to do in the winter is to build a snowman. The mood is slow and peaceful, like a child’s bedtime story.
This is a narrative that is rhymed. The rhyme scheme is: abcb, defe, etc. An example of a simile in this poem is “sniffles drop like flower buds”. Personification is used when it says the snowman is a little, sad handkerchief for the wind. An onomatopoeia example would be sniffles. The sight images are: handkerchief, drop, carrot, left, snowman, and dried. The one sound image is “sniffled”.
A snowman grew at the end of winter; there was a snowdrop on his carrot nose. A late, sad, little season sniff dried up by the wind of the spring. All day and all night I watch the sniffles drop, like a flower bud, they never stop. One day you wake up and the next thing you know, it’s gone. The winds blow, leaving snowdrops in the grass. Those little drops remind us that the cold, old man sniffled not long ago. Mainly, the author is telling a story of a snowman melting away. This takes place at the end of winter.
“Welcone to Paradise”
by Green Day
Dear mother,
Can you hear me whining?
It’s been three whole weeks
Since I left your home
This sudden fear has left me trembling
‘cause now it seems that I
am out hear on my own
And I’m feeling so alone
Pay attention to the cracked streets
And broken homes
Some call it slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
A wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and
Left dead on his own
It still makes me wonder why I’m still here
For some strange reason it’s now
Feeling like my home
And I’m never gonna go
Dear mother, can you hear me laughing
It’s been six whole months since
I have left your home
It makes me wonder why
I’m still here
For some strange reason it’s now
Feeling like my home
And I’m never gonna go
Formal Opening
The topic I have chosen for the poetry project is winter, because it is a meaning of peace and relaxation. One of the most fun things to do in winter is to go snowboarding. One thing I’ve always remembered about winter is that on those rainy days you can always go to the movies with a friend or just hang out at your house, with your family. The most fun winter experiences are when it is dark and stormy. You just sit in the living room, turn off the lights, and read and tell scary stories.
I associate the feelings of peace, joy, happiness, loneliness, sadness, and sometimes even fear with winter. In winter, the places I like to go to are places like the movie theater, Tahoe, friend’s houses, and just relax at my house. Winter has been personal to me, for the last few years, because I have experienced a lot of new and interesting things to do in the cold and rainy conditions.
In conclusion, I chose my topic because it brings back fun, heart-warming memories. If it was always winter, I would get tired of it, but it’s the most fun time of the year when the snow comes out and I bring my board up to the slopes. But, best of all, the airports are shut down and I get to spend time with my mom, dad, and brother.
Formal Closing
As I began this project, I was really bored and didn’t really care for it. I tried to begin to make it interesting, by picking a fun topic like winter, and then I found out that I couldn’t even choose poems about winter sports. I was bummed. I didn’t really know much, besides that I wasn’t going to like it. The only experience in poetry I’ve had lately was reading the song lyrics from my new CD.
The way I dealt with the process of this project was just to meet the deadlines and produce quality work. When doing the analysis’s, I just wrote what I truly felt about the poem and the way I understood it. To meet the deadlines, I immediately wrote down the dates from the calendar in my binder reminder.
I am pleased with the results of my final work. I was glad that it became fun later and it wasn’t as boring. I am a lot more educated as a poet. I have a new understanding about poetry and what it is really about. I also learned all the terms to identify the poem and understand poetry more clear. After all, I am glad this project was assigned.
