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The Great Water Giant

The Great Water Giant
Has finished his bath.
He pulls the huge plug
Out of the clouds.
He roars his thunderous laugh
And a wet slippery waterfall
Spills out of a squelchy sky.
‘Look out below’ he seems to
shout
as the water
Splooshes, splashes, plishes,
ploshes, gushes, siushes,
And soaks deep into the thirsty
earth.

by Ian Souter
Jack Frost

Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.
He’ll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he’ll shake.
To windows he’ll creep
And while we’re asleep
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.
Across the grass
He’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go
And laugh ho, ho ho!
What fun I have had in the night.
By C.E. Pike
Daffodowndilly

She wore her yellow sun-
bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her
neighbour:
"Winter is dead."
by A.A. Milne
The Windmill
Behold! a giant am I!
Aloft here in my tower,
With my granite jaws I devour
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,
And grind them into flour.
I look down over the farms;
In the fields of grain I see
The harvest that is to be,
And I fling to the air my arms,
For I know it is all for me.
I hear the sound of flails
Far off, from the threshing-floors
In barns, with their open doors,
And the wind, the wind in my sails,
Louder and louder roars.
I stand here in my place,
With my foot on the rock below,
And whichever way it may blow
I meet it face to face,
As a brave man meets his foe.
And while we wrestle and strive,
My master, the miller, stands
And feeds me with his hands;
For he knows who makes him thrive,
Who makes him lord of lands.
On Sundays I take my rest;
Church-going bells begin
Their low, melodious din;
I cross my arms on my breast,
And all is peace within.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
SNOW AND SNOW

by Ted Hughes

Snow is sometimes a she, a soft one.
Her kiss on your cheek, her finger on your sleeve
In early December, on a warm evening,
And you turn to meet her, saying "It’s snowing!"
But it is not. And nobody’s there.
Empty and calm is the air.

Sometimes the snow is a he, a sly one.
Weakly he signs the dry stone with a damp spot.
Waifish he floats and touches the pond and is not.
Treacherous-beggarly he falters, and taps at the
window.
A little longer he clings to the grass-blade tip
Getting his grip.

Then how she leans, how furry foxwrap she
nestles
The sky with her warm, and the earth with her
softness.
How her lit crowding fairylands sink through the
space-silence
To build her palace, till it twinkles in starlight —
Too frail for a foot
Or a crumb of soot.
Then how his muffled armies move in all night
And we wake and every road is blockaded
Every hill taken and every farm occupied
And the white glare of his tents is on the
ceiling.
And all that dull blue day and on into the
gloaming
We have to watch more coming.

Then everything in the rubbish-heaped world
Is a bridesmaid at her miracle.
Dunghills and crumbly dark old barns are
bowed in the chapel of her sparkle.
The gruesome boggy cellars of the wood
Are a wedding of lace
Now taking place.
Tractor

The tractor rests
In the shed
Dead or asleep,
But with high
Hind wheels
Held so still
We know
It is only waiting,
Ready to leap –
Like a heavy
Brown
Grasshopper.

by Valerie Worth
City Jungle
 Rain splinters town.

Lizard cars cruise by;
 their radiators grin.

Thin headlights stare –
 shop doorways keep
  their mouths shut.

   At the roadside
hunched houses cough.

Newspapers shuffle by,
hands in their pockets.
  The gutter gargles.

 A motorbike snarls;
   Dustbins flinch.

   Streetlights bare
  their yellow teeth.
   The motorway’s
   cat-black tongue
     lashes across
 the glistening back
 of the tarmac night.
      Pie Corbett
Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

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Personification in poetry_powerpoint

  • 2. The Great Water Giant The Great Water Giant Has finished his bath. He pulls the huge plug Out of the clouds. He roars his thunderous laugh And a wet slippery waterfall Spills out of a squelchy sky. ‘Look out below’ he seems to shout as the water Splooshes, splashes, plishes, ploshes, gushes, siushes, And soaks deep into the thirsty earth. by Ian Souter
  • 3. Jack Frost Look out! Look out! Jack Frost is about! He’s after our fingers and toes; And all through the night, The gay little sprite Is working where nobody knows. He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he, His silvery powder he’ll shake. To windows he’ll creep And while we’re asleep Such wonderful pictures he’ll make. Across the grass He’ll merrily pass, And change all its greenness to white. Then home he will go And laugh ho, ho ho! What fun I have had in the night. By C.E. Pike
  • 4. Daffodowndilly She wore her yellow sun- bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: "Winter is dead." by A.A. Milne
  • 5. The Windmill Behold! a giant am I! Aloft here in my tower, With my granite jaws I devour The maize, and the wheat, and the rye, And grind them into flour. I look down over the farms; In the fields of grain I see The harvest that is to be, And I fling to the air my arms, For I know it is all for me. I hear the sound of flails Far off, from the threshing-floors In barns, with their open doors, And the wind, the wind in my sails, Louder and louder roars. I stand here in my place, With my foot on the rock below, And whichever way it may blow I meet it face to face, As a brave man meets his foe. And while we wrestle and strive, My master, the miller, stands And feeds me with his hands; For he knows who makes him thrive, Who makes him lord of lands. On Sundays I take my rest; Church-going bells begin Their low, melodious din; I cross my arms on my breast, And all is peace within. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 6. SNOW AND SNOW by Ted Hughes Snow is sometimes a she, a soft one. Her kiss on your cheek, her finger on your sleeve In early December, on a warm evening, And you turn to meet her, saying "It’s snowing!" But it is not. And nobody’s there. Empty and calm is the air. Sometimes the snow is a he, a sly one. Weakly he signs the dry stone with a damp spot. Waifish he floats and touches the pond and is not. Treacherous-beggarly he falters, and taps at the window. A little longer he clings to the grass-blade tip Getting his grip. Then how she leans, how furry foxwrap she nestles The sky with her warm, and the earth with her softness. How her lit crowding fairylands sink through the space-silence To build her palace, till it twinkles in starlight — Too frail for a foot Or a crumb of soot.
  • 7. Then how his muffled armies move in all night And we wake and every road is blockaded Every hill taken and every farm occupied And the white glare of his tents is on the ceiling. And all that dull blue day and on into the gloaming We have to watch more coming. Then everything in the rubbish-heaped world Is a bridesmaid at her miracle. Dunghills and crumbly dark old barns are bowed in the chapel of her sparkle. The gruesome boggy cellars of the wood Are a wedding of lace Now taking place.
  • 8. Tractor The tractor rests In the shed Dead or asleep, But with high Hind wheels Held so still We know It is only waiting, Ready to leap – Like a heavy Brown Grasshopper. by Valerie Worth
  • 9. City Jungle Rain splinters town. Lizard cars cruise by; their radiators grin. Thin headlights stare – shop doorways keep their mouths shut. At the roadside hunched houses cough. Newspapers shuffle by, hands in their pockets. The gutter gargles. A motorbike snarls; Dustbins flinch. Streetlights bare their yellow teeth. The motorway’s cat-black tongue lashes across the glistening back of the tarmac night. Pie Corbett
  • 10. Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbour and city on silent haunches and then moves on. by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)