Craft and Story Structure
Foreign Lands
Begin by reading: Foreign Lands
Learning Targets
The Big Picture
2. Summarize the main idea of the poem.
3. What is the message or emotion in the poem?
4. How did the poem make you feel?
Question 2 Possible Answer: The main idea of the poem is noticing one’s surroundings and seeing the beauty within it.
Question 1 Possible Answer: The speaker is probably a young person. He or she seems happy. They have an active imagination. He or she is very observant and appreciative of their environment.
Question 3 Possible Answer: The speaker seems happy and positive. A message could be to appreciate your surroundings or appreciate what you have.
Question 4: Answers will vary.
Structure of Poetry
Lines: Lines in a poem are determined by the poet. He or she decides when a line will break off. This is what gives poems their shape.
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky’s blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,
Lines
Stanza: A group of lines that convey an idea in a poem. Stanzas are separated by an empty line.
Stanzas
Elements of Poetry
Rhyme: The repetition of the ending sounds of words.
The rhyming words are usually at the end of a line. In the stanzas below, the rhyming words are in bold.
The rhyme in a poem is often a pattern. In the stanzas below, the rhyme follows an AABB pattern.
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky’s blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,
Elements of Poetry
Rhythm: The flow and beat of words in a poem.
The reader of a poem determines its rhythm. Each poem has its own rhythm.
Listen to the link. The bold words are stressed or strong syllables. The other words are unstressed or quiet syllables.
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.