Monday, May 11, 2009

Snow White and Rose Red


by Ravenel, Christian, Erykah, Eva, and Sam


Once upon a time there lived a poor widow with her two daughters. In front of her cottage there were two rose bushes. One had white roses and one had red roses. Her daughters reminded her of the rose bushes, so she named them Snow White and Rose Red.

One cold winter night, they heard a knock at the door. Rose Red ran to the door and opened it. To her surprise, there was not a man knocking, but rather a large shaggy bear.

The girls were afraid, but their mother urged them to invite the bear in. She could see he was wet and cold. “Lie by the fire,” she insisted. He lay down on the hearth and warmed himself by the fire. The girls lost their fear and approached him playfully.

When spring came, the shaggy bear announced that he was leaving. “I must leave now to guard my treasure from gnomes. As the world thaws, their mischief increases.”

The bear caught his fur on the latch and in the tear, Snow White thought she spied the shimmer of gold. With the slam of the door, the bear trotted off and was soon out of sight. Snow White watched through her tears until the bear vanished into the woods.

The next morning after Snow White lit the fire, their mother instructed them to pick some flowers in the woods for their cottage. In the forest, they encountered a gnome three different times. Each time they tried to help him and each time he made way with his treasure.

The third time a bear loped out of the woods and revealed he was not a bear at all, but rather a handsome prince. The treasure was his, and his heart belonged to Snow White. Snow White married the prince and Rose Red married his brother, and they lived happily ever after in a castle with two rose bushes: one red and one white.

Monday, April 20, 2009

We the Children Of Room 204

Check out this piece of Performance Art that shows what we know!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

After Walt Whitman

We read Walt Whitman today and were inspired to write our own poems.
Click here for the results.


from Song of Myself (from section 1)
By Walt Whitman

I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to
You.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease… observing a spear of
Summer grass.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

After W.B. Yeats

We read William Butler Yeats today and were inspired to write our 0wn poetry. Click here for the results! We love comments!

Who Goes With Fergus?
William Butler Yeats

Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.

Friday, April 3, 2009

New National Poetry Month Poster


Okay... I admit it. I liked last year's poster better. I am beginning to like the poster for 2009. "Do I Dare Disturb the Universe?" is a line from a poem by T.S. Eliot. A fun thing to do is to take a line from a favorite poet and write your own poem.

Do I Dare Disturb the Universe?

"Do I dare disturb the universe?"
Enhance it?
Chance it?
Amplify and beautify?
Chase and embrace
all that I can see
When I stop to read
Poetry?

Now you try it. Here is another line from the same poem:
"Do I Dare Eat a Peach?"

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Happy Birthday Hans Christian Andersen!



Hans Christian Anderson was born in Denmark on April 2, 1805. His father was a shoemaker and died while Hans Christian Andersen was still quite young. He went to school for children who were very poor. When he was still quite young, he went to a big city in Demark to find work. He was a singer and a dancer and an actor and a playwright. Oh, and he wrote stories on the side... just for fun.
Those stories are what he is remembered best for today. He considered himself ugly in a world of swans (like an ugly duckling); he often felt like he was on the outside looking in (like a match girl); he felt lonely in his willingness to tell the truth about what he saw (The Emperor's New Clothes).
To honor him today, we read The Emperor's New Clothes. We play a game in our class called "No Answers, Just Questions." Click here to see the questions we came up with.