Wednesday, July 1, 2009



Lesson 3: Analyzing & Composing poem

The Son is in Secondary School by Affran Sa’at
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something

At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem

It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays

I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts

The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another

Seven to the power of five is unreasonable

On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo

The capital of Singapore is Singapore

My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper

In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me

Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment

When my eyes were actually closed

Analysis
The poem above has 31 lines, organised into stanzas.
Each stanza signals a new image.
This poem is a free verse, with no rhyme or regular rhythm.
Alliteration is found in the eighth and ninth line. (Whiteness - Wednesday)
Imagery is found in the following lines:
- "At times black crows try to interrupt" - Sound
- "About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts" - Sight
- "Telling jokes to one another" - Sound
Exaggeration is found in the following lines:
- "At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem" - Exaggerating the black crows' interruption
There are no similes in the above poem.
Metaphor is found in the following lines:
- "My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A's
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper" - Comparing "shaded all A's" with heroic
- "Seven to the power of five is unreasonable" - Comparing manpower
Onomatopoeia is not found in the above poem.
Personification is found in the following lines:
- "At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem" - Crows interrupting the song
Idioms are not found in the above poem.
Symbols are not visible in the above poem.
This poem reflects the image of students in secondary school. After all, we are in secondary school too!

Six Years
Yue Jun
Six years of growing,
Six years of fun.
Remembering the six years,
Oh, what a wonderful time.

On the first day,
Walking into a foreign school.
I had no friends to play
with because I was new.

As the months went pass,
I had three best friends.
We shared among us
Our food during recess.

After the first three years,
it was time to split us three.
We were all advancing
To the upper primary.

Being matured enough,
We balanced study and play.
We played at night
and we studied all day.

It was time for examinations,
and an important one too.
It will decide our future,
which secondary school.

Six years of growing,
Six years of fun.
The six years are over,
we have moved on and we're done.

Posted by 1A123 Yue Jun at 8:32 AM

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