He Dont Know The Inside Feel Hebert R

He Don’t Know The Inside Feel Hebert R. Adams To report at end of school: This poem is about a boy who likes to fish. He can’t believe that his teacher likes to fish as well. The poet is from Barbados, so the poem is best read in a Caribbean accent.

My teacher fish! You must be screwed up, man. A teacher? Hell A teacher TEACHES. He don't know the outdoor stuff. He don't care. He'd never walk by himself Before breakfast Across fields Gettin his feet soaked Just to fish! He's a teacher. He teaches. "He Don't Know the Inside Feel" He marks papers Or he reads books. He don't fish with no 2 -ounce rod And he lay that long line easy on the top Like this here. . . Look! Oh, man Don't tell me he hears them wild birds. He don't know the inside feel Of white water rushin Cold against his knees. He don't know fishin, man. Not like me. Hebert R. Adams

“I have never started a poem yet, whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. ” Robert Frost The rules: Very few really – because poetry is so diverse and adaptable, you might end up with anything from 10 words to 100! • NO ACROSTIC poems • APPROPRIATE language only • It DOESN’T have to RHYME • ONE SIDE of A 4 maximum • Write your NAME and FORM on your poem Winners for each house will receive house points, a certificate of achievement, their work published around the school and an edible prize. Why don’t you use words from your culture or dialect to project your voice in your poem? Or use an aspect of African history month to base your poem on? Poetry competition deadline – Friday 8 th December Submit poems to house leaders, house reps, English teachers or form tutors