by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sand to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Courtney and Kristin
Jena, Jill, and Jennifer
Wonderful job everyone!
ReplyDeleteLove the intonation.
ReplyDeleteGirls, your sentency fluency is excellent
ReplyDeleteGreat job with changing the cadence at the end! Slowing it down brings attention to the words!
ReplyDeleteGreat Voice!
ReplyDeleteCourtney & Kristin, I thought it was interesting how you emphasized each of the words in the last line, which makes sense because it is its own sentence. Great job!
ReplyDeleteCourtney and Kristin:
ReplyDeleteGreat voice.. you kept the rhythm going throughout.. and then the last line you emphasized and each word...
Great intonation and phrasing...
ReplyDeleteThe poems are magnificent! I really enjoyed you sharing.
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