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New Year's Special!

Poetry Workshop: Happy New Year!
          _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_       Rosemonde Gérard  _cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_           _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_    30'

Memorize a poetic text

Learn rhymes

  • Make poetry heard...let students express themselves

  • Repeat the 1st stanza

-Who are these New Year wishes addressed to?

      _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-58d_bad-5>to all things, to the world, to the sea, to the forests, to the roses

-Insist on the complex sentence and have it repeated

      _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-58d_bad-5>the roses that winter prepares in secret

- Point out that there are no roses in this season and explain by making the link between secret/hidden

-Jouer avec les rimes, les faire répéter    choses/roses    _cc781905-5cde- 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_forests/secret

  • Repeat the 2nd stanza

-Explain "here below" (on earth) and the importance of the words "all the same"

- Have the sentences pronounced (affirmative and negative)

      ->all those who love me / all those whonotlove me not

         Que pensent les enfants de cette idea ?

-les rimes      ici bas/pas     like/still

  • Make poetry say, little by little

resume exercise every morning

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It's the end of the year :

Near the illuminated tree,

Forget the gray days.

Today I offer

To see life in pink

And wish you

happiness, health,

By telling you:

"Good year"

Vive le vent, vive le vent,

Vive le vent l'hiver,

Boule de neige et jour de l'an,

Et bonne année Grand-Mère.

The first day of the year

 

The seven days are knocking at the door.

Each of them says to you: Get up!

Blowing hot, blowing cold,

Blowing times of all kinds,

Four seasons and their escort

Share the twelve months.

At the end of the year, the old porter

Open the door wide

And in a much louder voice

Shout to the winds: January 1st!

 

Pierre Menanteau

Nouvelle année, année nouvelle,

Dis-nous, qu'as-tu sous ton bonnet ?

J'ai quatre demoiselles

Toutes grandes et belles

La plus jeune, en dentelles,

La seconde en épis,

La cadette est en fruits

Et la dernière en neige.

Voyez le beau cortège !

Nous chantons, nous dansons

La ronde des saisons.

Louisa PAULIN

 

It's the end of the year :

Near the illuminated tree,

Forget the gray days.

Today I offer

To see life in pink

And wish you

happiness, health,

By telling you:

"Good year"

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