14. 5. 2013

Open microphone

Lekce angličtiny ve virtuálním prostředí Languagelab
Conversation lesson
Students: Dork Kroll, Megi, Chagri, Fatima, Abeer (Asia, Europe, South America)
Teacher: Isabel Kophee (USA)

This event was called Open microphone
That means to show your creative side, play song, show a dance or read a poem. The topic of this lesson was Flowers & Fairies.

Izzy started this event with her own poem.
Liberating Lilac
When the boy told me he was allergic,
I couldn’t believe his luck.
Who is allergic to lilacs,
I thought.

Rich velvet hues,
purple dripping into white,
dancing back through violet,
and holding fast to green.

Chagri showed us his love; CARS and other things and animals you could ride. He brought Ferari, a quad bike and a horse; a very nice presentation. I loved the quad bike or the four-wheeler…in the US English. It’s a vehicle that can be used off road.

Fatima read a poem about fairies.
Where are the fairies?
Where can we find them?
We’ve seen the fairy-rings
They leave behind them!
When they have danced all night,
Where do they go?
Lark, in the sky above,
Say, do you know?

Then we had Abeer and Dork reading the same poem. Abeer came later; she didn’t know that it was read before. It’s a very nice poem. Both interpretations were great.
Open your eyes!

To shop, and school, to work and play,
The busy people pass all day;
They hurry, hurry, to and fro,
And hardly notice as they go
The wayside flowers, known so well,
Whose names so few of them can tell.

They never think of fairy-folk
Who may be hiding for a joke!

I decided to read a nursery rhyme. I love this! It’s so cute.
The owl and pussycat.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
    In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
    Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
    And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
      What a beautiful Pussy you are,
          You are,
          You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
    How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
    But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
    To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
    With a ring at the end of his nose,
          His nose,
          His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
    Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
    By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
    Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
    They danced by the light of the moon,
          The moon,
          The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

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