Name: _______________________

Date:_____________

Based on the poem read, answer these questions.

1.

Which of the following words describes how the poet

feels about the environment?
A)

2.

unhappy B) joyful

Name

the

environmental

C) pleased
problems

that

the

poet

describes?
___________________________________________
__________________________________________
3.

Discuss why they happen.

___________________________________________
___________________________________________
___________________________________________

4.

The poet finds the morning air is very fresh. True or

False?
_________________

5.

The last line in the poem tells us that the weather is

___________________________________________
__________________________________________

Name: _______________________

Date:_____________

Based on the poem read, answer these questions.

1.

Which of the following words describes how the poet

feels about the environment?
B)

2.

unhappy B) joyful

Name

the

environmental

C) pleased
problems

that

the

poet

describes?
___________________________________________
__________________________________________
3.

Discuss why they happen.

___________________________________________
___________________________________________
___________________________________________

4.

The poet finds the morning air is very fresh. True or

False?
_________________

5.

The last line in the poem tells us that the weather is

___________________________________________
__________________________________________

No More
I cant see people walking in the park,
Nor people swimming in the sea.
My view is blurred,
The air is hazy.
I cant hear birds sing in the trees,
Nor the sparrows in the yonder.
The forest is barren.
The animals without shelter.
I cant smell the fresh morning dew,
Nor the sweet cold smells of the night.
The air is filthy,
The stench I cant fight.
I cant taste the refreshing spring water,
Nor the colours clear and pure.
The water is polluted.
Never to quench the thirst anymore.
I cant shield the fiery touch of the sun.
Nor stroll in the scorching heat.
The fierce weather envelops me,
Searing my skin, burning my feet.

Aida