Hour of Freedom
I pledge allegiance
Whats the Railroad
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows.
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing.
And the blackberries a-growing.
- Henry David Thoreau
Imagery,Consonance, Rhyme, Half-rhyme,
The Hour of Freedom
O hasten it,in mercy,Heaven!
When all who grovel in the dust
Shall stand erect,their fetters riven;
When glorious freedom shall be won
By every caste,complexion,clime;
When tyranny shall be o'erthrown,
and color cease to be a crime.
-William Lloyd Garrison
near(half)rhyme, rhyme scheme
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
and eat well,
And grow strong.
I'll be at the table when company comes.
say to me
"eat in the kitchen"
They'll see how beautiful I am
and be ashamed-
I, too, am America.
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
and see the men at at play.
-Sarah N. Cleghorn
In small places close to home
Such are the places
Where every man, women and child
Seeks equal justice
deep dark eyes
full young lips.
Which is an Arab?
Which is a Jew?
The Last Good War-and Afterward
To wrap the entire world,
Said the Pledge of Allegiance,
Read a chapter of the bible each day,
And even prayed...at school.
Then we turned our radios on,
Went to the movies...saw newsreels
And learned to hate
Whole nations of people
We would have to learn
To love again,later.
-Isabel Joshlin Glaser
Mother to Son
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor-
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don;t you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now-
For I'se stil goin' , honey,
I'se still climbin' ,
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
imagery, near(half) rhyme
The Indian took the stick and swept an immense
ring around both circles: "This is where the white man and the red man know nothing."
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and
how they pawed the praire sod into dust
with their hoofs, their great heads down
pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.