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Fish are really fast,
fast as a speeding bullet,
faster than cheetahs.
fast as a speeding bullet,
faster than cheetahs.
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Dinosaurs roamed here
the only one still alive
the crocodile.
the only one still alive
the crocodile.
My river poems trolled
Kangaroos near hay
Answers for Kangaroos near hay
1. Who is the speaker in the poem? Is it the poet or a created persona?
2. What do you think is the theme, or broad idea, of the poem? Why?
3. Does the poem have a setting? If it does, what is it? Quote a line or words from the poem that shows us the setting.
4. Does the poem feature a character? If it does, who is it? Quote a line or words from the poem that shows us the character.
5. Make a list of three lines from the poem that feature verbs. Explain what is happening in each of these lines.
6. Describe some of the images shown in the poem.
7. What do you think the poem is about? What do you think the poet's attitude towards the topic is? Why?
2. What do you think is the theme, or broad idea, of the poem? Why?
3. Does the poem have a setting? If it does, what is it? Quote a line or words from the poem that shows us the setting.
4. Does the poem feature a character? If it does, who is it? Quote a line or words from the poem that shows us the character.
5. Make a list of three lines from the poem that feature verbs. Explain what is happening in each of these lines.
6. Describe some of the images shown in the poem.
7. What do you think the poem is about? What do you think the poet's attitude towards the topic is? Why?
1.John Foulcher is the speaker in this poem kangaroos near hay his poem
2he ants to show us blood beaten into gravle and kangaroos getting hit by cars and trucks
3.The setting in this poem is on a bussey hiwaywith lots of kangaroos.
4.Yes it dose because it describes a kangaroo getting hit by cars and trucks.
5. 1.A whip of backbone. 2.Tail curling like a lip. 3. Twisting the body into a coil.
6.He wants to show us kangaroos body lanugae when its been hit by a car or truck.
7.The poem is describing kangaroos getting hit by cars and trucks.
2he ants to show us blood beaten into gravle and kangaroos getting hit by cars and trucks
3.The setting in this poem is on a bussey hiwaywith lots of kangaroos.
4.Yes it dose because it describes a kangaroo getting hit by cars and trucks.
5. 1.A whip of backbone. 2.Tail curling like a lip. 3. Twisting the body into a coil.
6.He wants to show us kangaroos body lanugae when its been hit by a car or truck.
7.The poem is describing kangaroos getting hit by cars and trucks.
SHAKESPEAREAN SONNETS
Weary with toil, I haste me to my
bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
Questions
SONNET 27
1. Find and write the definitions for five words from the sonnet that you don't know.
Pilgrimage means a pilgrim's journey.
Beauteous means beautiful.
Zhastly means causing great horror or fear.
zealoszzzzzzzzzzzzzZealous means having or showing zeal.
Imaginary meansn existing only in the imagination.
2. What does Shakespeare mean when he says, "Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed..."?
Wary or tired I go to bed after a hard days work.
3. After he goes to bed, he says "then begins a journey in my head, to work my mind", and that his thoughts "intend a zealous pilgrimmage". What does he mean by this?
My thoughts go on a trip like a dream.
4. What language technique is used in the following quote? "...my soul's imaginary sight presents thy shadow... like a jewel hung in ghastly night..."
1. Find and write the definitions for five words from the sonnet that you don't know.
Pilgrimage means a pilgrim's journey.
Beauteous means beautiful.
Zhastly means causing great horror or fear.
zealoszzzzzzzzzzzzzZealous means having or showing zeal.
Imaginary meansn existing only in the imagination.
2. What does Shakespeare mean when he says, "Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed..."?
Wary or tired I go to bed after a hard days work.
3. After he goes to bed, he says "then begins a journey in my head, to work my mind", and that his thoughts "intend a zealous pilgrimmage". What does he mean by this?
My thoughts go on a trip like a dream.
4. What language technique is used in the following quote? "...my soul's imaginary sight presents thy shadow... like a jewel hung in ghastly night..."
Mulga Bill's Bicycle By Banjo Paterson
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'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"
"See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea,
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode,
That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver steak,
It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.
It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek.
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill."
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"
"See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea,
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode,
That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver steak,
It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.
It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek.
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill."