Lesson 16: writing workshop: poem eng 2a unit 6: africa grading for final copy— •meaning and originality—poem is creative and original. evident the poet put thought into the words to convey ideas and emotions-- 6 points •poetic techniques—sound devices and/ or rhyme scheme contribute to overall effect of the poem --6 points •figurative language—a minimum of three examples, including a simile or metaphor--6 points •graphic elements—line length, capitalization, punctuation and spelling express ideas in an intentional not haphazard way -- 3 points •poem submitted to check my work--3 points

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Stars

Billions and trillions, painting the sky.

Shining light of unique wonder.

Young child glanced up, with a sigh

"How many are there" she would ponder.

All different sizes and shapes you see,

Seen only at night through curious orbs.

To be a star, up in the sky living free?

The idea was a wondrous thought to absorb.

Small hands grasped together in anticipation,

Awaiting the moment to come.

"Aren't stars such wonderful creations?"

She asks with a gentle hum.

Dancing across the sky like a ballet,

the stars whisper sweet nothings.

Upon the crisp green grass the child lay,

Hoping that soon she'll at least see something.

Quick as seen, like a predator and prey.

The stars twinkled in amusement.

They feared most the oncoming day.

Blame on the clouds in accusement.

As bright and as beautiful as anything ever,

the sky lit up with fallen stars.

'My, I could watch this forever-"

Watching the scene from afar.

Were stars lonely up in the sky?

Wondering now as she ponders.

Do they ever break down and cry?

No! There are millions of others!

Though, do they all feel lonely?

Up there in the sky, awaiting day?

"Perhaps they do" She stated surely.

"Stars shall never be forgotten" She'd say.

the rocket launch by showing how the population around it changes its behavior as the earth's influence over the martian planet when he uses the term "green star".

explanation:

waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

plz mark brainliest

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