The document contains three short poems that use personification. The first poem by Carl Sandburg describes the fog coming in silently like a cat. The second poem by Martin Rosen personifies stones as having memories and knowledge within them. The third untitled poem by Jonathon Studley and Mel Carter humorously personifies a boy as so cool and macho that inanimate objects like buildings and trees react to his presence.
The document contains three short poems that use personification. The first poem by Carl Sandburg describes the fog coming in silently like a cat. The second poem by Martin Rosen personifies stones as having memories and knowledge within them. The third untitled poem by Jonathon Studley and Mel Carter humorously personifies a boy as so cool and macho that inanimate objects like buildings and trees react to his presence.
The document contains three short poems that use personification. The first poem by Carl Sandburg describes the fog coming in silently like a cat. The second poem by Martin Rosen personifies stones as having memories and knowledge within them. The third untitled poem by Jonathon Studley and Mel Carter humorously personifies a boy as so cool and macho that inanimate objects like buildings and trees react to his presence.
Personification is giving a human characteristic to something that is not human.
FOG Carl Sandburg
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Stones Martin Rosen
Stones know the answers. Their roundness is like hands cupped in prayer.
They dress carefully, sometimes wearing mass cloaks.
There are messages inside of stones, deep memories of mountains and oceans.
So sometime, ask a stone what it knows. Tap it softly like a drum or throw it gently on a pond and watch its answer appear as sound waves across the water.
Jonathon Studley Mel Carter
Im so big and cool, when I walk, dogs blow trumpets. When I pass, trees salute. When I roam, leaves step to one side.
Im so macho, when I skateboard, skyscrapers jump out of my way. When I get to my neighborhood, the block rolls out the carpet.
When I pass my friends, the gang bows down to grovel my Converse. When I step up to my front walk, the concrete plays a tune.
When I get to my house, Gotdang, man, Ive got to take the trash out,