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English for Life Reader Grade 6 Home Language. Lynne Southey
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isbn 9781775892489
Автор произведения Lynne Southey
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия English for Life
Издательство Ingram
softly she calls
She tells the wind about the dance
and she invites it, because the yard is spacious and the wedding large
The big game rush about the plains
they gather on the hilltop
their nostrils flared-up
and they swallow the wind
and they crouch to see her tracks in the sand
The small game, deep down under the floor, hear the rhythm of her feet
and they creep, come closer and sing softly
“Our Sister! Our Sister! You’ve come! You’ve come!”
and her bead-work shakes,
and her copper wrist-bands shine in the disappearance of the sun
On her forehead, rests the eagle’s plume
She descends down from the hilltop
She spreads her ashened cloak with both arms
the breath of the wind disappears
Oh, the dance of our Sister!
1. The entire poem is a figure of speech. What is this figure of speech? Explain your answer.
2. The first ten lines tell about the approaching rain. See if you can say what each aspect mentioned is.
3. If you were to draw a picture of the rain as a person, what would you draw? Give reasons for your answer.
4. What does “the rhythm of her feet” refer to?
5. What are the people’s feelings toward the rain? Explain your answer.
The octopus
Jeanne du Plessis
The world is truly an amazing place
With its weird and wonderful creatures
Too bizarre to believe they’re real
Each with their own peculiar features
Hyenas cackle, the giraffe can’t speak
Sloths and opossums are always sleepy
With their silken traps and eight eyes
Spiders are just downright creepy
Dolphins sleep with one eye open
Lizards can grow new legs again
Then there’s the ostrich, with eyes
That are much bigger than its brain
Some creatures are just so odd
They sound almost magical
Here are a few who could star
In tales of the fantastical:
The alpaca, armadillo, or yeti crab
Proboscis monkey or bumblebee bat
Echidna, tapir, or star-nosed mole
Tarsier, narwhal and Red Panda cat
But one that always boggles my mind
Is a creature that lives in the ocean.
He can swim, crawl or propel himself
With a jerky jet-like motion
His suction cups taste what they touch
He’s gloomily shaped like a shroud
He has no bones and his mouth is a beak
He changes colour and squirts ink clouds
Eight arms, two gills and three hearts
What an unbelievably strange thing
The octopus, that gliding sea creature
Who has blue blood like a king.
Building a skyscraper
J.S. Tippett
They’re building a skyscraper
Near our street
Its height will be nearly
One thousand feet.
It covers completely
A city block.
They drilled its foundation
Through solid rock.
They made its framework
Of great steel beams
With riveted joints
And welded seams.
A swarm of workmen
Strain and strive
Like busy bees
In a honeyed hive
Building the skyscraper
Into the air
While crowds of people
Stand and stare
Higher and higher
The tall towers rise
Like Jacob’s ladder
Into the skies.
Grandfather
W. Mubonwa
See him every morning,
Sitting in the sunshine,
Puffing the old pipe,
Humming an old tune,
Waiting for his breakfast.
He loves everything old.
He says he had his time.
Claims to be wise.
Is prepared to give advice.
He talks of past wars.
Compares past and present culture.
His enemy is a bath.
His companion is his pipe.
When it is mid-day,
He takes a pinch of snuff,
And his best friend, beer.
A few minutes later he snores.
Till next morning.
The cruel boy
Anonymous
There was cruel naughty boy,
Who sat upon the shore,
A-catching little fishes by
The dozen and the score.
And as they squirmed and wriggled there,
He shouted out with glee,
‘You surely cannot want to live,
You’re little-er than me.’
Just then with a malicious leer,
And a capacious smile,
Before him from the water deep
There rose a crocodile.