3rd grade poetry contest?
My 3rd grade daughter received an assignment to recite a poem in front of the school, the poem must be memorized and at least 16 lines long. It is a contest and there will be 3 winners chosen from the school, she can use props and things to help her win. Im looking for suggestions please! She is really excited about it and I want to help her find a great poem! It could be any kind of poem!
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I suggest she start with a poem that has humor, make 'em laugh and they remember you...
Gerbil, Gerbil, On the Run
Gerbil, gerbil, on the run
in your wheel, that looks like fun.
You must be in awesome shape.
Are you trying to escape?
Is that why you dug a hole?
Where'd you get that vaulting pole?
That looks like my grappling hook.
Give me back that rope you took.
Tell me what that ladder's for.
Why's that hacksaw on the floor?
Are those cable cutters there?
Do I see a signal flare?
Crowbar, blowtorch, chainsaw too?
What do you expect to do?
How'd you get that fuse to light?
Hey! That looks like dynamite!
Quick! Get out! It might explode!
Scram! Skedaddle! Hit the road!
Man, I'll miss you. You were fun.
Gerbil, gerbil, on the run.
--Kenn Nesbitt
1. My parents read to me a lot when I was young, and I taught myself to recognise some common words when I was two. By the time I was five, my reading age was about nine. 2. What, stories? Much later. The first story I can remember attempting to write - a legend about why the rabbit is a vegetarian - was when I was about ten. 3. My mum loves to read, so... all my life! 4. University, second year, when I did a first-year Creative Writing paper as an elective. 5. I don't really recall. The one about the rabbit was for school, but I'm pretty sure there were earlier ones. I just can't remember them. 6. Very, very young. We have a video of me reading the supermarket specials out loud when I was about three - and loving it - so... 7. It sort of varies, depending on whether I had any ideas. The first time I recall enjoying the art of writing was when I was eleven and we had to rewrite a novel into a short play, and get a group of classmates together to perform it. I rewrote George MacDonald's "The Princess and the Goblin". But the next time I wrote a story I enjoyed was when I was fifteen! 8. Again, extremely young. I don't remember a time when I didn't love reading. 9. I'm still not! When I was doing writing papers for university I was a devoted writer, but I seem to need the impetus of assessment and/or other people writing around me, and I can't seem to get into the groove without it. 10. I never decided I wanted to be an author; I decided that whenever I had a tale to tell, I would tell it to the best of my ability. Usually the tales are fanfiction due to the block I've got, but hey. It's still writing. 13. I told a friend in my first year of university.
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3rd grade poetry contest?
My 3rd grade daughter received an assignment to recite a poem in front of the school, the poem must be memorized and at least 16 lines long. It is a contest and there will be 3 winners chosen from the school, she can use props and things to help her win. Im looking for suggestions please! She is...
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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
There's lots of children's poetry online.
The Star
~Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut you eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveler in the dark-
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Mary's Lamb
~Sarah Josepha Hale
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go;
He followed her to school one day-
That was against the rule,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.
And then he ran to her and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, "I'm not afraid-
You'll shield me from all harm."
"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
The little children cry;
"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply,
"And, you, each gentle animal
In confidence may bind,
And make it follow at your call,
If you are always kind."
My Shadow (From Child's Garden of Verses)
Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
I recommend poem website
http://www.poemocean.com/
It has many short kids poem. You can pick English poems from here.