MODEL POEM: Rash Regrets I’m the oldest sister I knew the joy this doll would bring Of a family where there’s three, Back to my sister’s face, Which meant more chores and housework And yet my actions wholly proved Were always left for me. The peak of pure disgrace. One summer I was told I had At the time my bitterness, To sort through our old toys, It proved a fearsome force, A long and painful task, you know, Jealous of my sisters’ fun That nobody enjoys. (And envious, of course). As I worked my sisters, both, So instead, I chose to toss Just played out in the sun, The plaything with the trash, While I slaved in the basement, An act of immaturity Never having any fun. And motives purely rash. One day I worked into the night Yet to this day, my sister And found a tiny doll, Knows nothing of my find, Lodged between the toy box That doll is still on “holiday,” And a dirty basement wall. In her never-knowing mind. My sister thought this doll was gone, From time to time I still think back She’d cried for days on end, On what I did that night, doll’s just gone on holiday!” And wish I go back in time “Your We’d all had to pretend. So I might set things right. Use the space below for planning and writing your poem. You will eventually be completing a poetry assignment using the iPads where you compile all of the poems you’ve written throughout this unit, so don’t lose your work!
MODEL POEM: Rash Regrets I’m the oldest sister Of a family where there’s three, Which meant more chores and housework Were always left for me. One summer I was told I had To sort through our old toys, A long and painful task, you know, That nobody enjoys. As I worked my sisters, both, Just played out in the sun, While I slaved in the basement, Never having any fun. One day I worked into the night And found a tiny doll, Lodged between the toy box And a dirty basement wall. My sister thought this doll was gone, She’d cried for days on end, “Your doll’s just gone on holiday!” We’d all had to pretend. I knew the joy this doll would bring Back to my sister’s face, And yet my actions wholly proved The peak of pure disgrace. At the time my bitterness, It proved a fearsome force, Jealous of my sisters’ fun (And envious, of course). So instead, I chose to toss The plaything with the trash, An act of immaturity And motives purely rash. Yet to this day, my sister Knows nothing of my find, That doll is still on “holiday,” In her never-knowing mind. From time to time I still think back On what I did that night, And wish I go back in time So I might set things right. Use the space below for planning and writing your poem. You will eventually be completing a poetry assignment using the iPads where you compile all of the poems you’ve written throughout this unit, so don’t lose your work!