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