Love That Dog

- by Sharon Creech
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Love that Dog is a wonderful book full of poems which can inspire great writing in all of us. Below are many resources we can use to share our thoughts and inspirations from the story.

Final Assessment/Performance Task -


Love That Dog Student Wiki

- Go to the Love That Dog Student Wiki to post your own poems that have been inspired by the story!



Discussion Thread

- Click on the discussion topic and respond to my question(s) about the story. You may also respond to the comments of other members of our class.

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Thoughts and Comments on Love That Dog... davemendell davemendell 3 407 Dec 13, 2010 by westyniahb westyniahb



POEMS from the story




Red Wheelbarrow

- by Mr. William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.



Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Mr. Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


The Tiger (1st Stanza)


- by Mr. William Blake

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Dog - by Miss Valerie Worth
Under a maple tree
The dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tounge, yawns,
Rests his chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his side,
Sighs, closes
His eyes: sleeps
All afternoon
In his loose skin.


The Pasture - by Mr. Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long. - You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I shan't be gone long. - You come too.

Street Music - by Mr. Arnold Adoff

This city:
the
always
noise
grinding
up from the
subways
under
ground:
slamming from bus tires
and taxi horns and engines
of cars and trucks in all

vocabularies
of
clash
flash
screeching
hot metal language
combinations:

as planes
overhead
roar
an
orchestra
of rolling drums
and battle blasts
assaulting
my ears
with
the
always
noise of
this city:

street music.