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Group one and six. Apology Poems. . . When you don’t really mean it!. “This is Just to Say” William Carlos Williams 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 . Sacajawea.

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apology poems when you don t really mean it

Group one and six

Apology Poems. . .When you don’t really mean it!

“This is Just to Say” William Carlos Williams

I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand which you were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold

sacajawea
Sacajawea

Don’t you think Sacajawea might have had a thing to two to say to Lewis and Clark along the way, but she couldn’t really say what she was thinking? Imagine how much she would enjoy an “apology” poem. Use the paper at this station and write a poem from Sacajawea to Lewis and Clark or to her husband or child.

Group one and six

students examples
Students’ Examples

From Cherokee to Andrew Jackson

Please forgive me!!!

I didn’t know

There was a man eating Grizzly

In a box that looked like

It needed to be opened.

If I had read the warnings on the box

I wouldn’t have opened it.

Please forgive me when we get you

Out from that Grizzly’s belly.

Group one and six

biographical poems

Biographical Poems. . .

Lucretia

Friend, Persuasive, Dedicated, Strong

Daughter of Nantucket and the Sea

Lover of Freedom, Justice, and Peace

Who fears ignorance, brutality, and apathy

Who would like to see slavery ended, women voting, everyone educated

Resident of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Mott

Now, try one for the main character in the Ballot Box book

See p. 135 of Doing History

Group two

if i were poems if you could go back what might you be and do

If I were. . . Poems.If you could go back, what might you be and do?

If I were a pioneer, I’d not head West, but

Find myself a friend or two and

Stir things up so I could live life well

And I’d be out to rights for women

And change the world!

Group three

if i were template
If I Were. . . template

If I were. . . . And/But

I’d. . . . And

I’d. . . . And

I’d be. . . .

Try one for anyone you’ve heard about today, named or not.

Group three

persona mask poems imagine objects speaking to us
Persona (Mask) Poems. . .Imagine objects speaking to us. . .

The Pacific

I am a deep blue sigh

I wonder why they gather there.

I hear their cries of triumph.

I’ve seen others like them on different shores.

I want to understand their upraised arms and dancing feet.

 I touch their feet with foaming fingers.

I try to tease them into joining me.

I cry when they pull away.

I understand now, I must teach them how to greet me.

I am a deep, dark roaring water

I send them scampering for shelter.

Group Four

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Group Five

Now Try One for a Landmark

in one of the books

What might it sound like?

What does it?

What secrets does it know that we do not know?

What might it want to tell us?

These questions are the sparks for poems written in the voice of a place. Would it speak in long lines? Short lines? What sounds might it make when it speaks?