1 Poems That Tell a Story Copyright Sandy Fussell

2 Poet of the day Banjo Patterson

3 Born in 1864 on a farm near Yass, he came to Sydney for school when he was 10 Born in 1864 on a farm near Yass, he came to Sydney for school when he was 10 His real name was Andrew Barton Patterson but he wrote as Banjo or AB His real name was Andrew Barton Patterson but he wrote as Banjo or AB His first book, The Man from Snowy River and Other verses sold out in a week His first book, The Man from Snowy River and Other verses sold out in a week Most famous poem is Waltzing Matilda Most famous poem is Waltzing Matilda He is on the $10 note He is on the $10 note Banjo the poet

4 Waltzing Matilda Oh there once was a swagman camped in the billabongs Under the shade of a Coolibah tree And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darling Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda and leading a waterbag Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Up came the jumbuck to drink at the waterhole Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee And he sang as he put him away in the tuckerbag You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darling Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda and leading a waterbag Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Up came the squatter a-riding his thoroughbred Up came policemen one two three Whose is the jumbuck you've got in the tuckerbag? You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darling Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Waltzing Matilda and leading a waterbag Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me Up sprang the swagman and jumped in the waterhole Drowning himself by the Coolibah And his voice can be heard as it sings in the billabongs Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

5 There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses --- he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight, For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight. There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, The old man with his hair as white as snow; But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up --- He would go wherever horse and man could go. And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, No better horseman ever held the reins; For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand, He learnt to ride while droving on the plains. And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast, He was something like a racehorse undersized, With a touch of Timor pony --- three parts thoroughbred at least -- And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and wiry --- just the sort that won't say die --- There was courage in his quick impatient tread; And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, And the proud and lofty carriage of his head. But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay, And the old man said, "That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop --- lad, you'd better stop away, Those hills are far too rough for such as you". So he waited sad and wistful --- only Clancy stood his friend -- "I think we ought to let him come," he said; "I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end, For both his horse and he are mountain bred". The Man from Snowy River

6 The Highwayman I THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. II He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. III Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Adjectives Alliteration Metaphor Onomatopoeia Refrain Simile Stanza End rhyme

7 Waltzing Matilda : Narrative Poem  Comic Strip Swagman asleep under the tree Shoves sheep in a bag Squatter and police arrive Swagman jumps into billabong Individual Activity

8 Man from Snowy River : Narrative Poem  Comic Strip A horse escapedNobody thought the Man from Snowy River could catch it He raced until he caught up with the horses He caught the horse

9 The Highwayman : Narrative Poem  Comic Strip The highwayman loved Bess Soldiers tied her up waiting for him She called out to warn him and was shot He returned to avenge her and was shot

10 Narrative Poem  Comic Strip

11 One ___________________________________________________ (when) I heard _______________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________ (what) ____________________________________________________(what next) ______________________________________________________ (the end) _____________________________________________________ One Wednesday afternoon I heard a dog bark It had chased a cat up a tree I climbed up to rescue the cat But it jumped down. Writing a short Narrative Poem Group Activity

12 One ___________________________________________________ (when) I heard _______________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________ (what) ____________________________________________________(what next) ______________________________________________________ (the end) __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Writing a short Narrative Poem Individual Activity

13 Improving our poem using our toolbox Editing Individual Activity add a new line change the line order delete something – a line or a word add some adjectives add a sound (onomatopoeia) add alliteration add a simile or metaphor or personification add repetition add a rhyme (end rhyme, last line, internal rhyme)

14 One wet Wednesday afternoon I heard a dog bark “woof” It had chased a kitten up a tree I climbed up to rescue the scared kitten But it jumped down And ran away like the wind. Writing a short Narrative Poem Group Activity

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