4th September 2023

“People are made of places”

L.O. To discuss and understand how ‘home’ can be part of identity
DO NOW:

On the first page in your blue book

Write Monday 4th September

Title: Poetry, Culture and Identity

EXTENSION: How do you know a poem, is a poem? Write a list

“People are made of places”

What does this quote mean to you?

DO NOW:

Find your copy of the poem

‘Where I come from’

How many stanzas (verses)

does it have?

EXT: How many different

senses are there in the poem?
Smell / taste / touch / sight /
sound
‘Where I Come From’ by Elizabeth Brewster
People are made of places. They carry with them
Where I come from, people
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint,
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
with yards where hens and chickens circle about,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
are the mind's chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
crowded at rush hours.

A door in the mind blows open, and there blows

a frosty wind from fields of snow.

 What can you say about the poem?

Which parts are difficult to understand? (Words, phrases or

whole lines)

What does the poem make you feel?

Which parts do you like?

Which bits of the poem do you not like?

What does the poet want you to feel at the start of the poem?

What does the poet want you to feel by the end of the poem?
‘Where I Come From’ by Elizabeth Brewster
People are made of places. They carry with them
Where I come from, people
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint,
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
with yards where hens and chickens circle about,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
are the mind's chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
crowded at rush hours.

A door in the mind blows open, and there blows

a frosty wind from fields of snow.

Over to you...

Inspired by your pictures and the poem you have read, you are now going to create your
own poem. Your poem must:

● Be about your own idea of home or the place(s) that you come from
● Be at least eight lines long
● Include at least two of the senses (see, smell, hear, touch, taste)
● Must have a title

CHALLENGE: Include language techniques, such as simile

Read the start of my poem.

THINK: Which version do you prefer and why?

Where I come from (version one)

Where I come from, people carry

Forests in their minds,
Autumn leaves, swings creaking,
Cold metal, children shouting and playing,
Where I come from (version two)

Where I come from, people carry

Frosty forests in their minds,
The soft rustle of autumn leaves.
Swings creaking, cold metal,
Children’s joy written in winter’s breath,
Over to you...
Inspired by your pictures and the poems you have read, you
are now going to create your own poem. Your poem HELP (if you want it)
must:

● Be about your own idea of home or the People are made of places. They
place(s) that you come from carry...
● Be at least eight lines long
● Include at least two of the senses (see, The smell of…
smell, hear, touch, taste)
● Must have a title The sound of…
CHALLENGE: Include language techniques,
The feel of…
such as simile or metaphor

The taste of...

 Plenary

What do you like best about your poem?

Sentence Starters
Where I come from people carry…

The smell of…

The sound of…

The feel of…

The taste of...

Where I come from

Where I come from, people carry

Frosty forests in their minds,
The rustle of autumn leaves, swings creaking,
Cold metal, children’s joy written in winter’s breath,
Sainsbury’s sparkling solace, pristine aisles,
Packaged delights, fanfare of beeping tills
Welcoming the arrival of treat after treat.
Seasons