Emily had to write a poem the other day using figurative language. Here is her finished product.
by Emily Shupe
The water glistens like
a mirror in the sunlight
reflecting nature back into the sky.
The water's clean and crisp,
cold as the snow it once was.
The flowers growing along the edge
are as colorful as a rainbow
scattered like confetti along the banks of the brook.
I thought she did a pretty good job.
I'm not sure if John had to do this same assignment or not, but I have not seen any such creative work coming forth from him. I'll check, but I do know without asking that he would much rather create with musical instruments instead of with words. That's just more his interest than poetry, not that many middle school guys really get into poetry.