Class Notes: 7

Who was the woman who wore the hat?

by Nancy Patz

Pretend You're a Cat

Who was the woman to wear this diamond first?

Who bought it?

Why was it bought?

Was it worn on her ring finger?

Was it worn everyday or just for special occasions?

Why is it still in the family?

Why did I get it?

Who cut it?

Did she love it?

What did it mean to her?

Did she plan to pass it down to her daughter?

Was it in her will?

Why was it hidden in a compartment in a desk?

Why was it hiding?

Was it to prevent greed?

Was it to forget a past?

Was it admired?

Was it forgotten?

How many fingers has it been on?

How many times has it been worn?

How many reasons has it been worn?

Light shining through,

clear and vacant.

A glassy diamond

Poetry centers:

Using Practical Poetry and Awakening the Heart

Performance Center

Partner with a friend.

Choose a poem from the paper bag.

Choose a method from the second paper bag.

~Sing, rap, dance, quietly, loudly, read with an accent/ different voice, snap your fingers or clap your hands to the rhythm of the poem, Turn it into a play,

I'm Not Afraid of the Dark

Oh, I'm not afraid of the darkness. I don't mind an absence of light. I can't say I'm scared of the sunset or things that go "bump" in the night. I've never been frightened of monsters or tentacles under my bed. Not skeletons, witches or goblins or creatures come back from the dead. I'm not at all worried of werewolves, or even a vampire's bite. I'm simply not scared of the darkness, except when you turn off the light. --Kenn Nesbitt Polar Bowling It used to be that polar bears went bowling, just for grins, with snowballs for their bowling balls and penguins as the pins. The bears would have a blast with all the snowballs that they threw. The penguins weren't as happy; that's the only time they flew. So penguins all moved south and now they're at the other pole. Well, wouldn't you move far away if bears used you to bowl? --Kenn Nesbitt I Went to the Doctor I went to the doctor all covered in bumps. He said "you've got chicken pox, measles and mumps." He said "you've got whooping cough, tetanus, rubella, digestive dysfunction from green salmonella. "You've got halitosis and elephantitis. You've also got athletes foot and laryngitis. "You're covered with head lice, mosquitoes and fleas. You've even got pink-eye and mad cow disease. "What's more you've got cooties, a cold and the flu, but don't be upset; I know just what to do." He told me "I promise this won't hurt a bit," then grabbed a syringe like a barbeque spit. He made me bend over the seat of my chair then plunged that big needle in my you-know-where. So now I'm all cured of my cooties and fleas, my whooping cough, measles and mad cow disease. He cured me of every last sniffle and bump, and now I'm all better except for my rump. --Kenn Nesbitt