2011 international congress of professional development for teachers
1. 2011 International Congress of Professional Development for Teachers of English Donna Mahar, Ph.D.Assistant Professor, English & LiteracyState University of New YorkUSADonna.Mahar@esc.edu
4. Fluency Development LessonTimothy Rasinski Teacher selects a text/poem Displays on board, overhead Students have two copies Students read the poem together Choral reading Partner reading Students read the poem individually Bring second copy home
5. Mentor Texts Published selection Used to inspire a student to write something Used to model aspects of writing for students
7. “Water Striders” Whenever we’re askedWhenever we’re asked if we walk upon water if we walk upon water we answer we answer Of course To be sure It’s quite true Whenever we’re asked Whenever we’re asked If we walk on it often if we walk on it often We answer we answer Quite often Each day All day through
11. “Breaking Drought” After seventy days of wind and sun of wind and clouds of wind and sand after seventy days, of wind and dust a little rain came February 1934
12. Poetry With English Language Learners Draw on Students’ Backgrounds Poetry in Translation “Students translate the work of poets from their native country or ethnic heritage, and then write and translate their own poems.” Carol McCarthy, Queens NY McCarthy, Academy of American Poets website www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/17106
13. Poetry and English Language Learners Predictable language patterns Repeated words Repeated phrases Repeated lines Identifiable rhymesAlpha, J. (2009). Utilizing poetry as an ESL teaching tool and resource. Retrieved February 3, 2011 from http://www.brighthub.com/education/languages/articles/7143.aspx
15. Where I’m FromGeorge Ella Lyons I am from clothespins,From Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.I am from the dirt under the back porch.(Black, glistening it tasted like beets.) I am from the forsythia bush, the Dutch elm whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my very own.
16. George Ella Lyons I am from fudge and eyeglasses, From Imogene and Alafair. I’m from the know-it-alls and the pass-it-ons, from perk up and pipe down. I’m from he restoreth my soul with a cotton lamb and ten verses I can say myself
17. George Ella Lyons I’m from Artemus and Billie’s Branch fried corn and strong coffee. From the finger my grandfather lost to the augerthe eye my father shut to keep his sight.Under my bed was a dress boxspilling old pictures,a sift of lost facesto drift beneath my dreams.I am from these moments-snapped before I budded-leaf-fallen from the family tree.
19. I Am FromBy Randy Galt, grade 7 I am from bombs on Hiroshima that my grandmother saw from her school window and cried. I am from a time long ago, A strong woman Who loves me as much as I love her
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21. Georgia Heard's wonderful book, Awakening the Heart. In the book, Georgia struggled with getting the kids to write about things that were truly close to their hearts- .As a result, she asked kids to make a map of their heart- however they wished and to include all the things that really matter to them. What has really affected you heart? What people have been important to you? What are some experiences or central events that you will never forget? What happy or sad memories do you have? What secrets have you kept in your heart? What small things or objects are important to you? (Page 110)She doesn't then follow up immediately with a poetry lesson- that would be overkill. But they keep their hearts and refer to them later in the year when writing poetry. source: www.proteacher.net
22. What has really affected you heart?What small things do you carry in your heart? Who are the people in your heart?
23. Valentine for Ernest MannBy Naomi Shihab Nye You can’t order a poem likeyou order a taco.Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"and expect it to be handed back to youon a shiny plate. Still, I like your spirit.Anyone who says, "Here's my address,write me a poem," deserves something in reply.So I'll tell you a secret instead:poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,they are sleeping. They are the shadowsdrifting across our ceilings the momentbefore we wake up. What we have to dois live in a way that lets us find them.
24. Valentine for Ernest MannBy Naomi Shihab Nye page 2 Once I knew a man who gave his wifetwo skunks for a valentine.He couldn't understand why she was crying."I thought they had such beautiful eyes."And he was serious. He was a serious manwho lived in a serious way. Nothing was uglyjust because the world said so. He reallyliked those skunks. So, he re-invented themas valentines and they became beautiful.At least, to him. And the poems that had been hidingin the eyes of skunks for centuriescrawled out and curled up at his feet.
25. Valentine for Ernest MannBy Naomi Shihab Nye p. 3 Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sockin your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.And let me know.
