Hidden Creek Analysis
Subject matter
This poem is about Hidden Creek and different aspects of the camp.
Evidence - “on the way to Hidden Creek ...”
Purpose
The poet wants to explain what camping was like at Hidden Creek.
Evidence - “the tent was a dragon ….. “
Mood
This poem is expressing to the audience the fun and adventurous emotions of camp.
Evidence - “Hidden Creek was so much fun!”
Technique
This poem uses different poetic techniques such as rhyme, similes and metaphors.
Evidence 1 - “… yummy … tummy.” (Onomatopoeia)
Evidence 2 - “…the camp instructors standing tall like soldiers in the army…” (Simile)
Evidence 3 - “The tent was a dragon...” (metaphore)
Summary
This poem effectively describes what camp was like at hidden creek and the 3 main different aspects of camp, the bus to camp, sleeping in tents and the food. This poem leaves me with a clear understanding of Hidden Creek and therefore the poem achieved its purpose.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Hidden Creek
Hidden Creek
On the way to Hidden Creek, ghost stories we told.
Scary, spooky, silly stories which made my spine run cold.
As we arrived, we could see all of the camp instructors standing tall,
Like soldiers in the army, listening for a call.
They greeted us and off we went for a tour,
A tour of the camp grounds, oh it wasn’t a bore.
The tent was a dragon, taking us in at night.
The nights were scary; the smallest noises gave me a fright.
In the mornings as we woke,
The kookaburras talked with their beautiful note.
“Lalala” they sang with great joy,
Sleeping in tents was such an annoy.
The food at camp was ever so yummy.
The food felt great to pack down in my tummy.
“Crunch, munch, crack” as I ate all the treats.
They all were so good, especially the sweets.
Hidden Creek was so much fun!
It was the best, brightest, beautiful, brilliant camp ever!
Oh what fun!!
On the way to Hidden Creek, ghost stories we told.
Scary, spooky, silly stories which made my spine run cold.
As we arrived, we could see all of the camp instructors standing tall,
Like soldiers in the army, listening for a call.
They greeted us and off we went for a tour,
A tour of the camp grounds, oh it wasn’t a bore.
The tent was a dragon, taking us in at night.
The nights were scary; the smallest noises gave me a fright.
In the mornings as we woke,
The kookaburras talked with their beautiful note.
“Lalala” they sang with great joy,
Sleeping in tents was such an annoy.
The food at camp was ever so yummy.
The food felt great to pack down in my tummy.
“Crunch, munch, crack” as I ate all the treats.
They all were so good, especially the sweets.
Hidden Creek was so much fun!
It was the best, brightest, beautiful, brilliant camp ever!
Oh what fun!!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Metaphor Poem
The White Ball Of Craters
The Moon is a white ball of cheese.
With craters like dents in the smelling food.
You stare at it, but can never make yourself touch it, as the smell is so bad in the wind.
The moon is a white ball of cheese.
The Moon is a white ball of cheese.
With craters like dents in the smelling food.
You stare at it, but can never make yourself touch it, as the smell is so bad in the wind.
The moon is a white ball of cheese.
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