Item 1: Poem
Friends
© Unknown
Written with a pen, sealed with a
kiss,
If you are my friend, please answer me this:
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now, and tell me true,
So I can say I'm here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the one I won't forget.
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven and wait for you,
I'll give the angels back their wings
And risk the loss of everything.
There isn't a thing I wouldn't do,
To have a friend just like you!
If you are my friend, please answer me this:
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now, and tell me true,
So I can say I'm here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the one I won't forget.
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven and wait for you,
I'll give the angels back their wings
And risk the loss of everything.
There isn't a thing I wouldn't do,
To have a friend just like you!
Source: Rhyming Friends Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/rhyming-friend-poem#ixzz2L8q20Wqu
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
Rhetorical devices:
- · Parallelism: “written with a pen, sealed with a kiss”
- Rhetorical question: “are we friends, or are we not?”
- Repetition: “friend”, “are we”, “tell me”, “i’ll”, “so”
- Alliteration: “and if I die before you do"
- Rhyme: “met-forget”, “wings-everything-things”
- Metonymy: “go to Heaven” for death
- Overstatement: “there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do”
- Simile: “to have a friend just like you”
Message:
The poem was
written to express the feeling and the love of the author for a friend who he
will never forget, and he is willing to sacrifice everything to have a friend
like this. The poem’s message is that friendship is very noble and having a
good friend is a lucky thing so we should respect this friendship and take care
of it.
Item 2: Story
Coming Home
I feel odd. There's no other word for it. My life is changing again. My brother Oscar and I had only just settled into life as evacuees and now we're going home to a place I can hardly remember. I have heard about the war on Mrs Brisbane's radio. I know that many of the houses have been bombed and some whole streets have been destroyed. Will I even recognise my home? Thoughts are spinning round in my mind and I can hardly hear the train whistling. Oscar snuggles up to me and I know he is scared too, but probably in a different way. After all, he is only four. "Don't worry" I whisper, pulling him in close. "Everything's going to be alright". I don't know this for sure but it makes Oscar feel better. I don't want to show him how worried I am. The train is in a tunnel and I can't help shivering. I'm not shivering because it's dark; I'm shivering because I feel anxious.
Once the train leaves the tunnel, I gaze out of the window as the countryside whizzes past. It looks like a blur of green and blue. Flowers of all kinds are growing in the beautiful meadows, but my thoughts turn to my Mummy back at home. My bag is bulging with all the letters she has written to me and Oscar, but I am worried. What if my Mummy has forgotten what I look like? I try to shake the thought from my mind but I can't. I try to picture my Mummy in my mind, but my memories have faded, and all I can see is Mrs Brisbane. I miss Mrs Brisbane. After all, she has been a mother to me for the last two years. In fact, I think Oscar actually thinks she is his real Mummy.
As the train gets closer to London, the view from the window becomes dull and colourless, almost like a lost world. It reminds me of a toy city, which is old and cracked and nobody plays with any more. It looks dirty and poisonous, compared to the fresh countryside we have been used to.
As the train puffs into the station and then skids to a halt, my heart is thumping wildly as though a lever is pulling it in and out. As Oscar and I step off the train, my eyes dart from one end of the platform to the other. When I spot my Mummy's face in the crowd, I grab Oscar's hand and run faster than I have ever run in my life. When I reach my Mummy, I fall into her arms, and feel like I could stay there for ever and ever. I don't feel odd any more.
Rhetorical
devices:
- · Rhetorical question: “Will I even recognise my home?”, “What if my Mummy has forgotten what I look like?”
- Repetition: “shivering”, “worried”
- · Simile: “It looks like a blur of green and blue”, “the view from the window becomes dull and colourless, almost like a lost world”, “It looks dirty and poisonous, compared to the fresh countryside we have been used to.
Message:
The story is
about the mood and feeling of a child on the way returning home following
evacuation. The story wants to tell that no matter how long you have been far
away from home or how strange you feel because of long time away, family is the
most peaceful place and always in your heart.
Item 3: cartoon
Rhetorical
devices:
- · Metonymy: the crowd outside the door for the true friends in real life, Facebook for social networks (Blog, Twitter, Yahoo…)
- Irony: “ I am trying to add more friends”
Message:
Real friends
are in real life, not on screen.
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