I am from clothespins, from Colors and carbon-tetrachloride. I am from the dirt under the back porch. (Black, glistening, it tasted like beets. ) I am from the forsythia bush the Dutch elm whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own. I’m from fudge and eyeglasses, from Imagine and Alfalfa. I’m from the know-it-alls and the pass-it-ions, from Perk up! And Pipe down! I’m from He restore my soul with a cottontail lamb and ten verses I can say myself. I’m from Ratters and Bilge’s Branch, fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger, the eye my father shut to keep his sight. Under my bed was a dress box spilling old pictures, sift of lost faces to drift beneath my dreams.. Transition: which was the biggest country in Africa at that time. Out of all the countries Eve lived in or visited, I noticed that most of my memories always come from Africa. My poem: The heat of Africa The day was as hot as ten thousands suns in one. The donkey riders dashed on the grubby streets. And I started my day with a honey bun. The desert seemed like an outback of melting custard.
Oh, what a sunny day it was. The monkeys scattered around building tops. They swaggered around like roman emperors. The cactuses shined bright like a diamond, As the sun’s ray stared them right down to the ground. The smell of tender meat came running in my nose, As I gallop down the stairs. “Clean your room! ” my mom said in a rigorous voice. And I found myself running back to my room, As fast as a horse can trot. My toys looked like the organized books in a Library. My clothes were as messy as a pigsty. The blaring sound of the soccer game came right to my ear.
The sounds compelled me to scamper to the park, As I saw my friends cheer with excitement. Although my poem’s structure isn’t the same as Loon’s poem’s structure, the theme is basically the same. I talked about all the memorable things that I remember from living in Africa and she talked about all the memorable things she remembers from the place she lived in. For example, Lyon states, “I’m from fudge (6)” on her poem and I stated, “l started my day with a honey bun”. This is showing the type of food both Lyon and me remember from the places we lived in.
It is something common both of us ate all the time and taste of the “Fudge” and “Honey bun” will stay in our tongues forever. Intro to my poem The heat of Africa is about all the memorable things I (Barr) remember from living in Sudan (Africa). The poem is written by Barr. I want to tell the reader about all the memorable things I remember from living in Sudan (Africa). I used first person to write the poem because it made the poem sound more personal. I feel like this is a very descriptive poem about my life in Sudan.
I used word life “sunny’, “building tops” and “honey bun” to express my feelings about Sudan. These words are very common when I describe my life in Sudan. In additions, I use form/rhyme, language and imagery to express my sentiments. Analyzing my poem- Stanzas- This poem has 4 stanzas. I chose to use stanzas to break the poem into sections amen amount of line because it made the poem easier to read and it gave it a sense of completeness about all of my memories form Africa. Aside from giving attentions to the poem’s stanzas and lines, I also carefully decided to put rhyme in the poem.
In particular, I chose to use slant rhyme. Words that show slant rhyme are “one” and “honey bun” from lines 1 and 2. The usage slant rhymes allowed me to catch the reader’s attention and to show how I would always eat “honey buns” during the sunny days in Africa because the line before that states “The days were as hot as ten thousand suns in one”. I also included some language in the poem. I used repetitions through the poem. The main sentence I repeated was “Oh, what a sunny day it was”. The reappearance of this sentence helps me remind the reader that the days in Africa were always very hot.
The exhausting hot weather of Africa is one of the many things’ I will remember for the rest of my life. I repeated it at the end of every stanza, so the reader would still remember the fact about the hot weather if he got off track reading the other things I said in the stanza. To give the reader a better picture of my ideas, I used words that reach out to our different bodily senses. For example, the sentence “The desert seemed like an outback of melting custard” helps us see the desert like atmosphere in Sudan in a better way.
These words help the reader visualize that the desert was as warm as melting hot custard and the area looked very shiny, yellow and almost like it was about to melt from the tremendous amount of heat. Another kind o word play used is similes. I used simile in almost every stanza of my poem. One example of simile I used was when I said the monkeys in Sudan “walked around like roman emperors” on line 7. Instead of ordinarily describing a monkey, equating it to a emperor puts more PPTP into its qualities.
This gives readers the view that monkeys in the rooftops of Sudan acted like as if they own that part of land, that they were brave and no one had the right to annoy them. These are all characteristics of emperors. Conclusion Overall, I think the poem really sums up all my memories from Sudan. After reading it, the reader can really visualize how I lived my life in the tremendous heat of Sudan. This is because of the amount of times I said, “Oh what a sunny day it was” throughout the poem and also because of how I described the desert as “An outback of melting custard”.