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Poems That Tell a Poems That Tell a StoryStory

Copyright Sandy Fussell 2010-11

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Poet of the Poet of the dayday

Banjo Banjo PattersonPatterson

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Born in 1864 on a farm near Yass, Born in 1864 on a farm near Yass, he came to Sydney for school when he came to Sydney for school when he was 10he was 10 His real name was Andrew Barton His real name was Andrew Barton Patterson but he wrote as Banjo or Patterson but he wrote as Banjo or ABAB His first book, The Man from His first book, The Man from Snowy River and Other verses sold Snowy River and Other verses sold out in a weekout in a week Most famous poem is Waltzing Most famous poem is Waltzing MatildaMatilda He is on the $10 noteHe is on the $10 note

Banjo the poetBanjo the poet

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Waltzing Waltzing MatildaMatilda

Oh there once was a swagman camped in the billabongsUnder the shade of a Coolibah treeAnd he sang as he looked at the old billy boilingWho'll come a waltzing Matilda with me

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darlingWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with meWaltzing Matilda and leading a waterbagWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Up came the jumbuck to drink at the waterholeUp jumped the swagman and grabbed him in gleeAnd he sang as he put him away in the tuckerbagYou'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darlingWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with meWaltzing Matilda and leading a waterbagWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Up came the squatter a-riding his thoroughbredUp came policemen one two threeWhose is the jumbuck you've got in the tuckerbag?You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda my darlingWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with meWaltzing Matilda and leading a waterbagWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Up sprang the swagman and jumped in the waterholeDrowning himself by the CoolibahAnd his voice can be heard as it sings in the billabongsWho'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

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There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses --- he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight, For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, The old man with his hair as white as snow; But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up --- He would go wherever horse and man could go. And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, No better horseman ever held the reins; For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand, He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.

And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast, He was something like a racehorse undersized, With a touch of Timor pony --- three parts thoroughbred at least -- And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and wiry --- just the sort that won't say die --- There was courage in his quick impatient tread; And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.

But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay, And the old man said, "That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop --- lad, you'd better stop away, Those hills are far too rough for such as you". So he waited sad and wistful --- only Clancy stood his friend -- "I think we ought to let him come," he said; "I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end, For both his horse and he are mountain bred".

The Man The Man from from

Snowy Snowy RiverRiver

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The The HighwaymanHighwayman

I I THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding—                    Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,                   His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

III Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,                   Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Adjectives

Alliteration

Metaphor

Onomatopoeia

Refrain

Simile

Stanza

End rhyme

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Waltzing MatildaWaltzing Matilda:: Narrative Poem Narrative Poem Comic Comic StripStrip

Swagman asleep under the tree

Shoves sheep in a bag

Squatter and police arrive

Swagman jumps into billabong

Individual Activity

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Man from Snowy RiverMan from Snowy River:: Narrative Poem Narrative Poem Comic StripComic Strip

A horse escaped Nobody thought the Man from Snowy River could catch it

He raced until he caught up with the horses

He caught the horse

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The HighwaymanThe Highwayman:: Narrative Poem Narrative Poem Comic Comic StripStrip

The highwayman loved Bess

Soldiers tied her up waiting for him

She called out to warn him and was shot

He returned to avenge her and was shot

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Narrative Poem Narrative Poem Comic Strip Comic Strip

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One ___________________________________________________ (when)One ___________________________________________________ (when)

I heard _______________________________________________________I heard _______________________________________________________

________________________________________________________ (what)________________________________________________________ (what)

____________________________________________________(what next) ____________________________________________________(what next)

______________________________________________________ (the end)______________________________________________________ (the end)

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One Wednesday afternoonOne Wednesday afternoonI heard a dog barkI heard a dog barkIt had chased a cat up a treeIt had chased a cat up a treeI climbed up to rescue the catI climbed up to rescue the catBut it jumped down.But it jumped down.

Writing a short Narrative Writing a short Narrative PoemPoem

Group Activity

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One ___________________________________________________ (when)One ___________________________________________________ (when)

I heard _______________________________________________________I heard _______________________________________________________

________________________________________________________ (what)________________________________________________________ (what)

____________________________________________________(what next) ____________________________________________________(what next)

______________________________________________________ (the end)______________________________________________________ (the end)

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Writing a short Narrative Writing a short Narrative PoemPoem

Individual Activity

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Improving our poem using Improving our poem using our toolbox Editingour toolbox Editing

Individual Activity

• add a new line

• change the line order

• delete something – a line or a word

• add some adjectives

• add a sound (onomatopoeia)

• add alliteration

• add a simile or metaphor or personification

• add repetition

• add a rhyme (end rhyme, last line, internal rhyme)

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One wet Wednesday afternoonOne wet Wednesday afternoon

I heard a dog bark “woof”I heard a dog bark “woof”

It had chased a kitten up a treeIt had chased a kitten up a tree

I climbed up to rescue the scared kittenI climbed up to rescue the scared kitten

But it jumped downBut it jumped down

And ran away like the wind.And ran away like the wind.

Writing a short Narrative Writing a short Narrative PoemPoem

Group Activity

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