NAME: ...... CLASS:...... Moree Secondary College Assessment Task - Year 8 English Australian Poetry

Date given: Weight: Week 6 10%

Focus outcomes to be assessed: 1 - A student responds to and composes texts for understanding, interpretation, critical analysis and pleasure. 4 - A student uses and describes language forms and features, and structures of texts appropriate to different purposes, audiences and contexts. Part A – Poetic Techniques [10 marks] Match the word to the meaning Metaphor Simile Alliteration Onomatopoeia Personification Repetition Rhyme Rhythm Assonance Consonance

1. Words that end in the same sound, usually placed at the end of a line______2. Giving human qualities to a non-human object ______3. The repetition of consonants or of a consonant pattern, especially at the ends of words.______4. Comparing two things by saying that one thing is another ______5. Saying the same word or phrase more than once ______6. Repetition of the vowel sound within several words which are close to each other______7. Comparing two things using the words ‘like’ or ‘as’ ______8. Several words near each other in the text, which begin with the same letter or sound.______9. Words which sound like the sound they are describing ______10. The way the words sound as they are read out (the flow of the poem). This can be measured in terms of heavily stressed to less stressed syllables. ______Part B – Clancy of the Overflow [12 marks] Detach the copy of the poem Clancy of the Overflow from the back of this sheet and use it to answer the questions below: a) “As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing” is an example of what poetic technique? [1 mark] ______b) Use different letters of the alphabet to label the rhyme scheme in the first two verses of the poem. What is the pattern? [2 marks]______c) Describe the first image of Australia presented in this poem. [2 marks]______NAME: ...... CLASS:...... d) Describe the second image of Australia presented in this poem. [2 marks]______e) Write a paragraph explaining how at least one technique has been used to convey the poet’s views of Australia? [5 marks] ______Part C – Unseen Poem by an Indigenous Poet [8 marks] Detach the copy of the poem Then and Now from the back of this sheet and use it to answer the questions below: 1. Techniques: a) “No more woomera, no more boomerang,/ No more playabout, no more the old ways.” is an example of what poetic technique? [1 mark] ______b) Identify one other technique used in this poem and quote it [2 marks].______c) Why do you think the poet has used this technique (what effect does it have)? [1 mark]______d) What does this poem tell us about how life in Australia has changed for Indigenous people? [2 marks]______e) Does the poet think these changes and improvement or not? What makes you think this? [2 marks]______NAME: ...... CLASS:...... ______NAME: ...... CLASS:...... CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW - Banjo Paterson I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago, He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him, Just `on spec', addressed as follows, `Clancy, of The Overflow'.

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected, (And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar) 'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it: `Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are.'

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy Gone a-droving `down the Cooper' where the Western drovers go; As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing, For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars, And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended, And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall, And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle Of the tramways and the 'buses making hurry down the street, And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting, Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste, With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy, For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy, Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go, While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal – But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of `The Overflow'. NAME: ...... CLASS:...... THEN AND NOW - Oodgeroo Noonuccal (Kath Walker) No more woomera, no more boomerang, No more playabout, no more the old ways. Children of nature we were then, No clocks hurrying crowds to toil. Now I am civilized and work in the white way, Now I have dress, now I have shoes: ‘Isn’t she lucky to have a good job!’ Better when I had only a dillybag. Better when I had nothing but happiness NAME: ...... CLASS:...... THE PAST – Oodgeroo Noonuccal (Kath Walker) Let no one say the past is dead. The past is all about us and within. Haunted by tribal memories, I know This little now, this accidental present Is not the all of me, whose long making Is so much of the past … a thousand thousand camp fires in the forest Are in my blood. Let none tell me the past is wholly gone. Now is so small a part of time, so small a part Of all the race years that have moulded me

DESOLATION – Jack Davis We are tired of the benches, our beds in the park, We welcome the sundown that heralds the dark. White Lady Methylate! Keep us warm and from crying. Hold back the hate And hasten the dying.

The tribes are all gone, The spears are all broken: Once we had bread here, You gave us stone.

LAVERTON INCIDENT – Jack Davis The two worlds collided In anger and fear As it has always been – Gun against spear.

Aboriginal earth, Hungry and dry, Took back the life again, Wondering why.

Echo the gun-blast Throughout the land Before more blood seeps Into the sand. NAME: ...... CLASS:...... BOMBAY - Jack Davis The taxi, honking, weaving, swaying, took us in our opulence through the people-teeming streets.

An old man, thin black, shook the dust of night from limbs made gaunt by caste and Eastern ways.

A pig sucked the street’s grey mud with slobbering jaws, growing fat, no doubt, as men died around him.

While we, wide-eyed, clicked our tongues and made decisions arrived at, by what we saw through Western eyes.