To A Sister Leaving Home
When you took me
to school in eighth
grade. Everyday
you drove me in.
Passing the high
school where you
went. Just to drop
me off at the
middle school. I always
waited for tap, tap, tap, of
you running down the stairs
so we would not be
late. But now
you are off
to college. And
you no longer
drive with me,
but away from
me. I wish you
could stay. Help
me with high school.
I know that you
must leave though.
I wave goodbye.
And you wave
back through the
window I used
to look out
every morning.
Analysis of Soccer
It's about
the ball,
the feet,
and the goal.
Feet strike ball,
and hits the
back of the
net. Not always.
Some go wide,
go over, get
saved. Others
get blocked. Off
the body of
the defender.
Ball sits and
waits for feet
to kick, and for
net to be
struck. Feet
pound the
ball (thump)
and the ball
crashed the
net (crack).
Other times,
goalie saves
ball (pow),
and ball goes
wide (woosh).
With fans in
the stands
the ball shoots
into the net.
It's a goal.
It's done on
grass and for
fun. There is
a lot of
run, run, run.
I chose these poems because I have never formatted poems like these. With very short lines and sentences. I did this to try and copy the format of the poems that we had studied those days. I liked in my second poem the way that I used parentheses to show the sounds of a ball in a game. I felt that it helped to make my poem much more creative and fun to read.
