Mrs. Wendt

This is an example of poetry written by Mrs. Wendt’s 7th Grade students after reading Fever, 1793.
Some students selected a specific scene, others took an overall approach. We did not include the rhyming poems, the assignment was to use the Great SourceReaders Handbook to examine types of poetry, and use type any except acrostic and rhyming. Those students who completed this assignment correctly the first time are featured below.

Yellow Fever

Mandy

The yellow fever made people act crazy.
The yellow fever, like forever, never stopping.
The yellow fever to Matilda means pain and death.
The yellow fever brings family closer together.
The yellow fever was the bad part of being in Philadelphia.
The yellow fever made you ill and in pain.
The yellow fever made summer bad.
The yellow fever makes me want to cry, thinking about it.

I HATE YELLOW FEVER!

FEVER

Amirah 1/29/08

Right now my life ebbs.
It will not last the night.
Now I don’t have a granddad.
The moon gives off a ruined light.
My house has been robbed.
So now I have to go get a job.
My mom has a fever.
I don’t know what to do.

Robbery
Devon 1/28/08

Panic
Hard to breathe
I may pass out
There is no hope for me

Butterfly
In my stomach
Am I going to live?
Are they going to leave?

Goosebumps
Around my arms bumps appeared.
My arms felt like snakes were crawling on them

Yellow Fever
Louis 1/29/08

Summer brings Yellow Fever
The worst one of all
It kills and spreads quickly
I have found my mother, but
My father is dead
My grandfather too
Now it is winter
The fever can’t hurt you

Yellow Fever
Christine

Summer brings hot weather, picnics, and fun in the sun,
but something follows this, Fever!
Sore friends, family, and lovers will slowly mend
Someone, something, solve this soundless city
Its 1793, Philadelphia becomes more and more spacious
More and more family members are in solitary
Yellow eyes
Want to jump into the cool ocean
Find yourself sleeping more and more

Fever, 1793

By Maryam

My hair blew in every direction
I smiled as I sipped my coffee and watched the day grow slowly

My heart was filled with grief and joy
I wished I could see them now, Grandfather and Polly
They were probably urging me to go inside the coffee house and get ready
I could feel them so close
Close to me
I truly missed them, just one more time to see them

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