Interpreting Poems

Walt: To write Interpreting Poems 

Tulip Sunday In the Botanical Gardens bright tulips spread out like a yellow tablecloth on a table with thousands of legs. Some tulips have red lips and dark black eyes. They bow and curtsy in the wind. By Laura Ranger Rags The night wind rips a cloud sheet into rags, then rubs, rubs the October moon until it shines like a brass doorknob. By Judith Thurman Paperclips A jumbled sight, The sheets I write – High time for paperclips To take a bite And clasp them tight Between bright bulldog lips! By X. J. Kennedy Lawnmower The lawnmower Grinds its teeth Over the grass, Spitting out a thick Green spray; Its head is too full Of iron and oil To know What it throws Away: The lawn's whole Crop of chopped Soft, Delicious Green hay. By Valerie Worth Sun The sun Is a leaping fire Too hot To go near, But it will still Lie down In warm yellow squares On the floor Like a flat Quilt, where The cat can curl And purr. By Valerie Worth Task description:To do this task I had to write down ways in which the object describe to make it seem alive.