I Hear Arapahoe Singing
Create your own verse of "I Hear Arapahoe Singing." You may follow Whitman's tone or alter it to fit your own perception of daily life at Arapahoe, but please maintain Whitman's free verse and overall style. The first line of the poem is "I hear Arapahoe singing," and the rest of the poem is up to you. Hint: Start your line with "Those, "The," or "Each." Be sure to read the verses your classmates have written before posting your own in order to avoid repeating each other. Publish ONE verse only, not an entire poem.
[Note: Whitman's original "I Hear America Singing" can be found on page 352.]
posted by Kristin L | 9:28 PM
8 Comments:
Jacob. Your post is exeptionally humerous. Just so you know.
I hear Arapahoe singing, the immense distress I hear,
The students studying their impossible chemistry, trying to make sense of it all;
The pencils grinding on top the scantron, as no one wants to be there;
The swimmers punching the water, splishing and splashing it goes;
The snoring and snoozing and crazy dreams, and then getting up to do it all again.
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I hear Arapahoe singing as the girls giggle and the boys puff up, producing the musical known as "High School Drama."
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"I hear Arapahoe singing... with cleverness and wit, yes Arapahoe has grit."
I hear Arapahoe singing,
the shouts of recognition from one person to another,
I hear the athletes everywhere, swimmers with the ring of excitement in their voice,
I hear the shoes clicking down the hall,the many people all huddled near the walls.
The smile of Ms. Kakos as she dreams of a life in which the library gives her copy machine profits and she actually owns a lawn...
I hear Arapahoe singing
I hear the honors kids fretting
The athletes are strong
The smart hands raised in the air
The shy ones drop under the desk in hopes of remaining unseen
The copy machine is backed up with work for the students that day
The bell system rings and the herd of kids stampede to the next class
The day is over and the next day begins
The only hope a short lived weekend
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