Rapids
LI: To identify the rhyme in the poem
At the early day of springBeyond forest where nightingale will sing
Beyond castle of a ghost of forest king
The great river started as a lively spring
The river in tributaries grew
Pushing it way through
Carving canyons and valleys too
So strong on very canvas of earth it drew
But soon this awesome run turns into mild jog
The river winds disappearing somewhere in a fog
It turns into a large bog
Barely strong enough to push a log
The swamp is vital to ecology
And it’s secretive and full of majesty
But I miss river’s intensity
On my soul it left enchantment and history
I admire its beauty
As I watch I feel something eerie
And I think I hope to use that history
To change the very momentum of chaos and biology
Beyond castle of a ghost of forest king
The great river started as a lively spring
The river in tributaries grew
Pushing it way through
Carving canyons and valleys too
So strong on very canvas of earth it drew
But soon this awesome run turns into mild jog
The river winds disappearing somewhere in a fog
It turns into a large bog
Barely strong enough to push a log
The swamp is vital to ecology
And it’s secretive and full of majesty
But I miss river’s intensity
On my soul it left enchantment and history
I admire its beauty
As I watch I feel something eerie
And I think I hope to use that history
To change the very momentum of chaos and biology
- What language features can you identify in the poem? List examples of each language feature you identify. Personification, Verbs, Rhymes and Powerful words ✓
- Highlight the rhyming words in yellow? ✓
- Write out the dictionary meanings of:
- majesty: royal power.: "the majesty of the royal household".✓
- intensity: The Quality of being intense✓
- eerie: Strange and frightening.
- Describe the journey of the rapids?
- At the early day of springBeyond forest where nightingale will sing
Beyond castle of a ghost of forest king
The great river started as a lively spring
The river in tributaries grew
Pushing it way through
Carving canyons and valleys too
So strong on very canvas of earth it drew
But soon this awesome run turns into mild jog
The river winds disappearing somewhere in a fog
It turns into a large bog
Barely strong enough to push a log
The swamp is vital to ecology
And it’s secretive and full of majesty
But I miss river’s intensity
On my soul it left enchantment and history
I admire its beauty
As I watch I feel something eerie
And I think I hope to use that history
To change the very momentum of chaos and biology
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