FREE LOVE THAT DOG PDF Sharon Creech | 112 pages | 08 Apr 2008 | HarperCollins | 9780064409599 | English | New York, NY, United States Love That Dog Discussion Guide | Scholastic Copyright by New Directions Publishing Corp. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp. Copyrightby Henry Holt and Co. Copyrightby Valerie Worth. Publisher Henry Holt and Co. The Apple by S. Rigg, from Love That Dog. Printed here by permission of HarperCollins Publishers. Text copyright by Arnold Adoff. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers. Copyright by Walter Dean Myers. Harper Trophy is a registered trademark of HarperCollins Publishers. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Summary: A young student, who comes to love poetry through a personal understanding of what different famous poems mean to him, surprises himself by writing his own inspired poem. ISBN [1. I dont understand the poem about the red wheelbarrow and the white chickens and why so much depends upon them. If that is Love That Dog poem about the red wheelbarrow and the white chickens then any words can be a poem. Love That Dog just got to make short lines. Do you promise not to read it out loud? Do you promise not to put it on the board? Okay, here it is, but I dont like it. So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road. What do you mean Why does Love That Dog much depend upon a blue car? You didnt say before that I had to tell why. The wheelbarrow guy didnt tell why. What was up with the snowy woods poem you read today? Why doesnt the person just keep going if hes got so many miles to go before he sleeps? And why do I have to tell more about the blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road? I dont want to write about Love That Dog blue car that had miles to go before it slept, so many miles to go in such a hurry. I am sorry to say I did not really understand the tiger tiger burning bright poem but at least it sounded good in my ears. Here is the blue car with tiger sounds: Blue car, blue car, shining bright in the darkness of the night: who could see you speeding by like a comet in the sky? I could see you in the night, blue car, blue car, shining bright. I could see you speeding by like a comet in the sky. They look nice typed up like that on blue paper on a yellow board. But Love That Dog dont tell anyone who wrote them, okay? And what does anonymous mean? Is it good? Pretend I still have that pet? Cant I make up a pet a different one? Like a tiger? Or a hamster? A goldfish? I liked those small poems we read today. When theyre small like that you can read a whole bunch in a short time and then in your head Love That Dog all the pictures of all the small things from all the small poems. I liked how the kitten leaped in Love That Dog cat poem and how you could see the long head of the horse in the horse poem Why do you want to type up what I wrote about reading the small poems? Its not a poem. Is it? I guess you can put it on the board if you want to but dont put my name on it in case other Love That Dog think its not a poem. I guess it does look like a poem when you see it typed up like that. But I think maybe it would look better if there was more space between the lines. Like how I wrote it the first time. And I Love That Dog the picture of the yellow dog you put beside it. I really really really did NOT get the pasture poem you read today. I mean: somebodys going out to the pasture to clean the spring and to get the little Love That Dog calf while hes out there and he isnt going to be gone long Love That Dog he wants YOU who is YOU? And you said that Mr. Robert Frost who wrote about the pasture was also the one who wrote about Love That Dog snowy woods and the miles to go before he sleeps well! I think Mr. Robert Frost has a little too much time on his hands. Remember the wheelbarrow poem you read the first week of school? Maybe the wheelbarrow poet was just making a picture with words and someone else like maybe his teacher typed it up and then people thought it was a poem because it looked like one typed up like that. And maybe thats the same thing that happened with Mr. Robert Frost. Maybe he was just making pictures with words about the snowy woods and the pasture and his teacher typed them up and they looked like poems so people thought they were poems. Like how you did with the blue-car things and reading-the-small-poems thing. On the board. And inside we walked down a long cement path past cages with all kinds of dogs big Love That Dog small fat and skinny Choose me! Im the best one! And thats where we saw the yellow dog standing Love That Dog the cage with his paws curled around the wire and his long red tongue hanging out and his big black eyes looking a little sad and his long tail And we did. We chose him. Love That Dog in the car he put his head against my chest and wrapped his paws around my arm as if he were saying Thank you thank you thank you. And the other dogs in the cages get killed dead if nobody chooses them. Yes you can type up what I wrote about my yellow dog but leave off the part about the other dogs getting killed dead because thats too sad. And dont put my name on it please. And maybe it would look good on yellow paper. Yes it looks good on yellow paper but you forgot again to leave more space between the lines like I did when I wrote it. Thats okay though. I like that poem we read today about street music in the Love That Dog. My street is Love That Dog in the middle of the city so it doesnt have that LOUD music of horns and trucks clash flash screech. My street is on the edge of a city. There is not too much traffic on my street not like in the middle of a city. We play in the yards and sometimes At both ends of our street are yellow signs that say Caution! Children Love That Dog Play! That was so great those poems you showed us where the words make the shape Love That Dog the thing that the poem is about like the one about an apple that was shaped like an apple and the one about the house that was shaped like a house. My brain was pop-pop-popping when I was looking at those poems. I never knew a poet person could do that funny kind of thing. MY YELLOW DOG by Jack headhead bodybodybody ad he f iffsnif sniffsn tail tail low body he EYE ad iff sniffsn w yellow yellow Love That Dog y E nose o yell body d h e A d nose l o body o R head slobber l w body b e bodybodybody wag y leg leg slobber wag leg leg leg leg wag leg leg slobber leg leg leg leg leg leg paw paw. Learn more about Scribd Membership Home. Read free for days Sign In. Much more than documents. Discover everything Scribd has to offer, including books and audiobooks from Love That Dog publishers. Start Free Trial Cancel anytime. Love That Dog. Uploaded by HarperCollins Childrens Books. Document Information click to expand document information Description: Jack Room -- Miss Stretchberry September 13 I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. [PDF] Love That Dog Book by Sharon Creech Free Download ( pages) Uh-oh, it looks Love That Dog your Internet Explorer is out of date. For a better shopping experience, please upgrade now. Javascript is not enabled in your browser. Enabling JavaScript in your browser will allow you to experience all the features of our site. Learn how to enable JavaScript on your browser. Kids' Club Eligible. NOOK Book. Love That Dog shows how one boy named Jack finds his voice with the help of a teacher, a pencil, some yellow paper, and Love That Dog course, a dog. Written as a series of free-verse poems from Jack's point of view, and with classic poetry included in the back matter, this novel is perfect for kids and teachers, too. Jack hates poetry. Only girls write it and every time he tries to, his brain feels empty. But his teacher, Miss Stretchberry, won't stop giving her class poetry assignments—and Jack can't avoid them. But then something amazing happens. The more he writes, the Love That Dog he learns that he does have something to say. Before beginning her writing career, Sharon Creech taught English for fifteen years in England and Switzerland.