Another book that I would read frequently was The Adventures of Captain Underpants Series. I always found these books very funny and entertaining.
Lastly I fell in Love with the Lemony Snickett Series of Unfortunate Events. This book series is one that I couldn't put down. I read all of them.
Hopefully after I finish the Twilight Series I will watch the movie because my friend says you have to read the books to understand the movie.
Today in class we learned about themes, motifs, and a few other things. Then we watched a video called Anansi the spider. The story was about a tiger that owned everything in the bush. Anansi wanted to be able to tell everyone that he owned something. He went to the tiger and asked if he could own the stories. The tiger said if by Sunday you can catch the snake you could have the stories. Anansi tried everything until Saturday he got the snake on a piece of bamboo. He told the snake that the piece of bamboo was longer than he was so the snake told him to tie him down. In the end Anansi got what he wished for. I thought this was a great little story. The spider never gave up and kept trying. I also like how we talked about how our different cultures all have different things that we are scared of or that we have stories about.
Wow these videos were an eye opener today. My favorite part of the videos is when she actually recited some of the poems. To me it was if her face lit up and it seemed like she was getting into them. She said poetry needs to be said to be really appreciated. I am really glad that Ms. Pickett let us watch this. She shared so much information and some of it was touching. I did a little research and looked up some of her poetry. I am looking forward to learning more about poetry and reading more poems.
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
