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Mrs Sadler:

I have finished the blogs. You stated I was to complete FOUR. I have done so for the three days. I hope this covers my days being gone. Thank you for understanding and yes I did enjoy your class. It is so good to know that God has teachers like you who live for Him and it does indeed show. Enjoy the rest of your summer.

In Christ alone,

Angela

The victims/ July 25 #4

This poem is written in free verse.There are rhyme and unrhymed lines with no set meterical pattern. The persona is speaking of her parents break up and how it has affected her. She seems to be glad her father is gone. She portrays her father as an animal when it is spoken those dark carcassess hung in your closet, and the black noses of your shoes with their large pores. There is a methaphor to her feelings when her father laft and when Nixon was empeached. The mood is of happiness that her father is gone and no longer can hurt her mother.
This poem is something I have seen numerous times in my life. So many families break up. In my home my husband is from a split family. I wonder are people better off ending an abusive relationship or do they need to stay and fight it out? I know I was raised with the attitude, you made your bed now lie in it? Who knows!

Ethics July 25/#3

This poem is written in dramatic monologue. The persona is addressing old age and her response to it. She uses visual images of an old lady and a Rembrandt painting. Both of this images are of great value. It is written in first person. With the persona giving us details of her past and her present day. The persona implies to the reader that old age is to be cherish. This is seen in the last stanza I know that woman and painting and season are almost one and all beyond saving by children. The tone is of understanding and growth.
This poem speaks to me to always cherish what is a percious and glorious gift. That is old age. I have a saying, you can enjoy aging or be a daisy pusher! Age is in the eye of the beholder.

the road not taken july 25/#2

this poem is written in iambic tetrameter. It is written as a petarcham with the rhyming patter en being abbaab. Frost is illustrating we have two roads which we can choose from in life. One road may lead to happiness and the other to unrest. He enables us to see that taking the less traveled road can make a difference. this is illustrated in the last sentence where he states and that has made all the difference. The tone is of encouragement.
I enjoyed this poem. I know in my life I have had to choose which road I would take. When hard times have come my way I had the choice to be bitter or to be better. I choose to take the path which lead to happiness instead of bitterness. The one less traveled.

a Noiseless patinet spiderJuly 24/#4

This poem is written in free verse, with no specific rhyme pattern noted. The spider is a methapor for patient in obtaining ones goal in life. A spider is an insect which stays at its work and pays close detail to it. There is seen in this poem the usage of trochaic meter. the tone is The persona stresses patience and hard work.
I found this poem to be somewhat uplifting. It speaks to staying in the game no matter how hard the work may be. Also, never quiting and always doing ones best.

Because I could not stop 7/24 #3

This poem is written in the style of blank verse. It is also a elegy. Meter is anapestic with the stressed word being the third. The persona portrays how effects a person. We see irony when the casket passes the school children and they are free.
I have often wondered will we really be able to understand or see how our loved ones grieve when we are . Maybe we will. We always say grandma or grandpa are watching over us looking down from heaven? Are they really?

I wandered lonely as a cloud july 24 #2

this poem is written as a sonnet with the primary rhyme being trochaic tetremeter. The cloud is being used as a metaphor for direction. The persona is torn by his ual identity. There is also the usage of iambic meter.
The meaning I draw from this is love is a never ending thing. To love is to be loved. We never forget our first "true love".