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| Creative Activity #1: Comparing Alien Poems |
![]() To enjoy a poem you must be able to visualize in your head what's going on. In this assignment you are going to read three poems about aliens, see if you can visualize what is happening in the poem and then draw some pictures. |
Your Assignment:
You might need all three poems "open" at the same time to do your assignment. You can do this in several ways: You can copy/paste the three poems to a Word document and print the pages or if you are using Internet Explorer you can choose FILE, choose NEW, choose WINDOW and open three different windows on your internet browser. Then you can go to the three different sites and have them open at the same time. After you have read the poems:
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Kids always like to read about aliens and think about what life on other planets might be like. Aliens make great ideas for poems, too. Here are some things to think about before writing your alien poem.
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Saving The
World With Waffles
I learned Morse Code from Dad this week,
so last night I went out and tried it.
I signaled my flashlight up into the stars,
and somebody out there spied it!
To my surprise, from out in the dark,
came a weak, but definite, blinking.
When I flashed my light, the other flashed back!
Hey, I know what you're thinking...
I'm totally sure it wasn't some star,
just twinkling, like in that dumb song.
I really DID talk to some creature out there!
Believe me, I know I'm not wrong.
A kid from some planet called Zippo-Kaput,
in a galaxy far, far away,
Warned me his people were coming to Earth,
to attack, he was sorry to say.
He said they were greenish and twelve feet tall,
with monstrous mouths for munching.
They'd heard we Earthlings (with a little salt)
were especially yummy for crunching.
"When will they be here?" I quickly flashed back,
"I need to go send out a warning!"
"Too late," he told me, "you haven't got time.
They'll be landing at eight in the morning."
Now I didn't panic, you'll be pleased to know,
or try to hide or cry.
I got an idea--knew it might be my last--
but I had to give it a try.
I signaled to Bosmo (he'd told me his name),
that tomorrow, on Saturday,
my Mom cooks the best darn waffles
a creature can put away.
I quickly invited the star fleet to land,
for a super-galactic brunch.
If I fill them up on Mom's waffles, I figure,
they might not be hungry for lunch.
They'll be here any minute and
I sure hope I'm right.
Either I've saved the world with waffles,
or I'll be the very first bite!
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