Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines-
Satchel Paige
Satchel Paige
Nature Poem: Spring
The warm breeze rustles my hair,
Like a fan set on low.
It rustles the big maple tree,
With a stumpy arm.
The tree has seldom moss growing on it,
And symmetrical green leaves blowing about.
In the wind, the birds sing,
Singing songs of all genres.
They have a language,
All of their own,
With many different accents,
Making me feel lonely.
It is nighttime now,
The mosquitoes come out,
They buzz in my ear,
They swarm and pester me, saying,
“Please Brett, give us your blood!”
But I will not give in, as I swat them away.
The birds are still outside,
Singing their little hearts out,
As such small birds are carefree,
In a constant dance with nature.
These tiny birds are happy,
And can go fly free.
The poetic elements I used were a simile, a metaphor, and personification.
I used the simile “the warm breeze rustles my hair, like a fan set on low” to describe how good the breeze felt. It was refreshing, after the hot sunny day that day.
I used the metaphor “the big maple tree with a stumpy arm” to compare a thick wide branch with no leaves to a stumpy arm. It looked like it had been amputated.
Finally, I used the personification “They swarm me and pester me, saying ‘Please, Brett, give us your blood.’” Mosquitoes cannot talk, which makes this a personification. The mosquitoes were very annoying.
Like a fan set on low.
It rustles the big maple tree,
With a stumpy arm.
The tree has seldom moss growing on it,
And symmetrical green leaves blowing about.
In the wind, the birds sing,
Singing songs of all genres.
They have a language,
All of their own,
With many different accents,
Making me feel lonely.
It is nighttime now,
The mosquitoes come out,
They buzz in my ear,
They swarm and pester me, saying,
“Please Brett, give us your blood!”
But I will not give in, as I swat them away.
The birds are still outside,
Singing their little hearts out,
As such small birds are carefree,
In a constant dance with nature.
These tiny birds are happy,
And can go fly free.
The poetic elements I used were a simile, a metaphor, and personification.
I used the simile “the warm breeze rustles my hair, like a fan set on low” to describe how good the breeze felt. It was refreshing, after the hot sunny day that day.
I used the metaphor “the big maple tree with a stumpy arm” to compare a thick wide branch with no leaves to a stumpy arm. It looked like it had been amputated.
Finally, I used the personification “They swarm me and pester me, saying ‘Please, Brett, give us your blood.’” Mosquitoes cannot talk, which makes this a personification. The mosquitoes were very annoying.