Puppet Show: When I Was Young

When I was Young (revised)

Grandpa: Ryan, it's time for you to go to bed now...
Grandson: I don't want to!
Grandpa: But it's getting late, or the Lurkers will come!
Grandson: What Lurkers?
Grandpa: You really wanna know?
Grandson: Yes! Yes! Tell me!
Grandpa: Alright. Now you just get onto that bed and I'll tell ya.
Grandson: Yay! Storytime!
Grandpa: Oh, I wouldn't say its a story, it's a legend
Grandson: What's a legend?
Grandpa: A legend is a story that people believe in.
Grandson: Wow, am I a legend?
Grandpa: Heh heh, well I don't know son, but you sure are easy to fool!
Grandson: Hey! Grandpa!
Grandpa: Ha Ha. So, legend says, the Lurkers come out at night just like this one, to take little children who aren't in bed. And--Are you scared already!?!
Grandson: No! 
Grandpa: Well, then I guess you should stop shaking.
Grandson: I'm not shaking! I'm brave!
Grandpa: Alright. If you say so. So, the Lurkers are horrible creatures whom live in the mountains and have thousands and thousands of arms to grab the little children.
Grandson: Ahhhhhhh! They're going to eat me!
Grandpa: So you better go to bed!
Grandson: Will they eat eat me if I'm in bed?
Grandpa: No, they won't, cuz I'll be watching.
Grandson: Hey, what's that sound?
Grandpa: It's nothing, just probably the wind.
Grandson: But what if it's a Lurker?
Grandpa: Impossible!
Grandson: But you said they come out on a night just like this one!
Grandpa: Oh you'll be fine. Besides, when I was young, in the mountain boy scouts, I was very helpful with everything. I helped everyone. It was like I had thousands and thousands of arms, and they called me the Lurker!
Grandson: I don't get it, but goodnight grandpa.

When I was young...

Grandpa: Ryan, it's time for you to go to bed now...
Grandson: I don't want to!
Grandpa: But it's getting late, or the Lurkers will come!
Grandson: What Lurkers?
Grandpa: You really wanna know?
Grandson: Yes! Yes! Tell me!
Grandpa: Alright. Now you just get onto that bed and I'll tell ya.
Grandson: Yay! Storytime!
Grandpa: Oh, I wouldn't say its a story, it's a legend
Grandson: What's a legend?
Grandpa: A legend is a foretold myth that is true and people have seen it with their own eyes.
Grandson: Wow, am I a legend?
Grandpa: Heh heh, well I don't know son, but you sure have a curious mind!
Grandson: Grandpa, could you tell me about the Lurkers now?
Grandpa: Oh ya right! So, legend says, that the Lurkers come out at night just like this one, to take little children who aren't in bed. And--Are you scared already!?!
Grandson: Yes...
Grandpa: Well, then you ain't as brave as I thought.
Grandson: Yes I am!
Grandpa: Alright. If you say so. So, the Lurkers are horrible creatures whom live in the mountains and have thousands and thousands of arms to grab the little children.
Grandson: Ahhhhhhh! They're going to eat me!
Grandpa: So you better go to bed!
Grandson: Will they eat eat me if I'm in bed?
Grandpa: No, they won't, cuz I'll be watching.
Grandson: Hey, what's that sound?
Grandpa: It's nothing, just probably the wind.
Grandson: But what if it's a Lurker?
Grandpa: Impossible!
Grandson: But you said they come on nights like tonight!
Grandpa: Oh you'll be fine. Besides, when I was young, in the mountain boy scouts, I was very helpful with everything. I helped everyone. It was like I had thousands and thousands of arms, and they called me the Lurker!
Grandson: I don't get it, but goodnight grandpa.

Poetry Wordsearch

Poetry

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

A| Hope is the thing with feathers
B| That perches in the soul,
A| And sings the tune--without the words,
B| And never stops at all,


C| And sweetest in the gale is heard;
D| And sore must be the storm
C| That could abash the little bird
D| That kept so many warm.


    I've heard it in the chillest land,
E| And on the strangest sea;
E| Yet, never, in extremity,
E| It asked a crumb of me.


~ Emily Dickinson

Legend:

Rhyme Pattern

Alliteration

Assonance

Consonance

Metaphor

The Eagle

A| He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
A| Close to the sun in lonely lands,
A| Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.


B| The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
B| He watches from his mountain walls,
B| And like a thunderbolt he falls.


~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Legend:

Rhyme Pattern
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
Simile

Group Limerick

There was a cow who yelled moo.

He fell into his own poo.

A magician with spells,

had saved him from hell,

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo.

Credits to Mark Wu

Waters

In the distant sea.

Marine life seems to glisten.

Waves of pure allure.

The swift silence of water.

Blends good tidings of the heart.

Tanka.

1. Five lines
2. 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern
3. Written about nature/emotion/personification