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February 2019

WW Fenn Literary Reflection

Picking the Perfect Piece

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

-Robert Frost

    Picking a piece is difficult and important. If you don’t pick a good and meaningful piece you will just memorize it and forget it. The piece also has to be the right length. If a piece is too long or short. If it is short it will be easy to memorize it but it might not be as meaningful. If it is too long it might be overwhelming and you might not be able to memorize it. When I was told I would have to do a classic piece for WW Fenn I immediately thought of Alfred Lord Tennyson. So I looked into which piece by him I liked the most. I ended up choosing Crossing The Bar By Alfred Lord Tennyson because my grandfather studied him. So I was interested in his work. I also felt as if Crossing The Bar is extremely meaningful and I could use it later in life. The poem is about life, death and the bar in between. I think that Crossing The Bar is a great piece and I can’t wait to recite it in class. 

 


Melville’s Style of Writing

A Frosty Morning

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“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.”

-Herman Melville

    The world is truly beautiful, especially covered with snow. When I walk into school on a cold and snowy day I love looking at the scenery and enjoy the fresh air (even if it is cold). The car slowly pulls in to the Fenn driveway in the morning and I can hear the snow crunching as we drive by. As far as I can see I see the whiteness of the snow on the fields and on turf. The car stops at the red light waiting for the signal to go. As the car pulls in I get ready my bags and my self ready to step out of the car and into the frigid air. I step out of the car and onto the asphalt. I jump up onto the walk way and immediately I hear the snow crunch under my shoes. I walk towards the Boll Building with the snow crunching all the way. I enjoy and shiver in the cold but fresh air. I am waiting to see who is sitting in the blue dotted couches.

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