1. Warm-up Write a paragraph responding to the following:
Make a list of the things that you do during an ordinary day.
What is the first thing you do in the morning?
What is the last thing you do before bed?
What is your favorite part of the day? Why?

2. Catalogue Poems

3. Catalogue Poems Bring together many different images.
Repetition of images.
Creates a rolling sound.

4. Woman Work
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I've got shirts to press The tots to dress The can to be cut I gotta clean up this hut Then see about the sick And the cotton to pick. Shine on me, sunshine Rain on me, rain Fall softly, dewdrops And cool my brow again. Storm, blow me from here With your fiercest wind Let me float across the sky 'Til I can rest again. Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight. Sun, rain, curving sky Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone Star shine, moon glow You're all that I can call my own

5. Warm-up Write out the lyrics to a song.
Be sure you have at least one verse and the chorus written down.

6. Warm-up
Infinitive: a verb plus the word “to” -Ex: to run, to jump, to skate, to leap -They should be viewed as ONE word -Cannot be separated Split infinitive: the name of the error when you separate an infinitive -Ex: to not leave, to quickly write, to secretly say

7. Practice
1.) I was told to always keep a good look out. 2.) She said I had to quickly finish my homework. 3.) I really want to fully understand this concept. 4.) She was impatient to finally leave home. 5.) He decided to completely re-write his essay.

8. Ballads

9. Ballad
A song that tells a story, often about love, death, or betrayal.
Can be sad or humorous.
Use a steady rhythm.
Simple pattern of rhymes.
Make them easy to remember.
Uses repetition.
Often by using refrain: a phrase or a stanza that is repeated throughout the work, usually at the end of each verse.

10. If I should stay, I would only be in your way
If I should stay, I would only be in your way. So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way. And I will always love you. I will always love you. You, my darling you. Hmm. Bittersweet memories that is all I'm taking with me. So, goodbye. Please, don't cry. We both know I'm not what you, you need. And I will always love you. I will always love you. (Instrumental solo)
I hope life treats you kind And I hope you have all you've dreamed of. And I wish to you, joy and happiness. But above all this, I wish you love. And I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I, I will always love you. You, darling, I love you. Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.

11. Folk Ballad Composed by unknown singers.
Passed along orally for many years.
Still sung today.

12. Literary Ballads
Imitate old sung ballads.
All tell a tale.

13. “Ballad of Birmingham”
Describes the horrifying 1963 bombing of the 16th St. Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama.
Four children were killed.
Uses a simple abcb rhyme pattern.
Mood – despair
Mother and daughter talk in the beginning.
Irony – when what you expect contradicts what actually happens.

14. Ballad of Birmingham
“Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren’t good for a little child.”
“But, mother, I won’t be alone.
Other children will go with me,
To make our country free.”
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children’s choir.”
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
“O, here’s the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?”