Social Studies/ELA - Reflect Upon Robert Frost's Life and Poetry


Research and Reflect Upon Robert Frost's Life and Poetry

College and Career Ready Anchor Standards:


Common Core Grade 4 ELA Standards


Imagine you are a reporter for a local news station. Your producer has given you an assignment to create an informational segment about the life of Robert Frost.  Like all good journalists and reporters, you will need to conduct some research and become familiar with some of his poetry.  Your producer has given you some flexibility on how you can report this.

     - Most importantly, you must make sure you answer the ESSENTIAL QUESTIONS, noted below the
       image of Robert Frost!

After gathering your facts and details, you will need to:

1.  Compose and submit a Low-TIDE report about Frost's life (in your own words).
     Please keep your completed TIDE organizer in a safe place, you will need to pass it in when return to     
     school.  Your Low-TIDE report will need to be organized as follows:

                                Paragraph 1  - Introduction - Who is Robert Frost?
                                Paragraph 2  - Robert Frost - The Early Years
                                Paragraph 3  - Robert Frost's Life on the Farm
                                Paragraph 4  - Robert Frost's Accomplishments (Some of his most important)
                                Paragraph 5  - How has his work made all of our live's richer?

2.  a.  Create and submit a video of you relating the key facts and accomplishments of Robert Frost's life as
          a news reporter  (Have your parents video you using their cellphone!)


     b.  Create a ( recording of you reading your report, like a reporter would on the
          radio, and submit it.  



Image result for image of robert frost


1. Who is Robert Frost?

2. What were some of his many jobs and his greatest accomplishments? 

3. Where did Robert Frost live during his life?

4. Why was Frost inspired by nature?

5. When did Robert Frost become a published author?

6. How is he connected to New Hampshire?




Online resources for your research:

Robert Frost Facts For Kids:

Frost Farm Resources:

Growing up on the Derry Farm:

Robert Frost's Farm Animals:

Lesley's Birds:                  

CNN Video showing the Farm:





Your Poetry Task: 

First, begin this section by viewing the Flocabulary "What is Poetry" Video (Flocabulary Class Code = Ahlberg0795, Password = table7252).

Second, Please read each poem below and then view it's video. Think about how Robert Frost has used descriptive language within his poetry.

Third, watch the video Figurative Language Lesson. Then:

                              A. Select one poem and read and watch it's corresponding video again.
                              B. Complete this Similes and Metaphors Nearpod Assignment, Access code - SBEDG
                              C. Use this Google Doc to answer the questions using text evidence to support
                                   your thinking.  After completing this Word document save it and submit it to your Google
                                   Classroom Assignment.



                                                 Nothing Gold Can Stay

                                                                                                  BY ROBERT FROST

                                                                                         Nature’s first green is gold,

                                                                                         Her hardest hue to hold.

                                                                                         Her early leaf’s a flower;

                                                                                         But only so an hour.

                                                                                         Then leaf subsides to leaf.

                                                                                         So Eden sank to grief,

                                                                                         So dawn goes down to day.

                                                                                         Nothing gold can stay.




                                                      The Road Not Taken 

                                                                                                   BY ROBERT FROST

                                                                                        Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,   

                                                                                        And sorry I could not travel both

                                                                                        And be one traveler, long I stood

                                                                                        And looked down one as far as I could

                                                                                        To where it bent in the undergrowth;


                                                                                        Then took the other, as just as fair,

                                                                                        And having perhaps the better claim,

                                                                                        Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

                                                                                        Though as for that the passing there

                                                                                        Had worn them really about the same,


                                                                                        And both that morning equally lay

                                                                                        In leaves no step had trodden black.

                                                                                        Oh, I kept the first for another day!

                                                                                        Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

                                                                                        I doubted if I should ever come back.


                                                                                        I shall be telling this with a sigh

                                                                                        Somewhere ages and ages hence:

                                                                                        Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

                                                                                        I took the one less traveled by,

                                                                                        And that has made all the difference.



                                                    The Last Word of a Blue Bird

                                                                                                                      As told to a child
                                                                                                                      BY ROBERT FROST

                                                                                                           As I went out a Crow
                                                                                                           In a low voice said, "Oh,
                                                                                                           I was looking for you.
                                                                                                           How do you do?
                                                                                                           I just came to tell you
                                                                                                           To tell Lesley (will you?)
                                                                                                           That her little Bluebird
                                                                                                           Wanted me to bring word
                                                                                                           That the north wind last night
                                                                                                           That made the stars bright
                                                                                                           And made ice on the trough
                                                                                                           Almost made him cough
                                                                                                           His tail feathers off.
                                                                                                           He just had to fly!
                                                                                                           But he sent her Good-by,
                                                                                                           And said to be good,
                                                                                                           And wear her red hood,
                                                                                                           And look for the skunk tracks
                                                                                                           In the snow with an ax-
                                                                                                           And do everything!
                                                                                                           And perhaps in the spring
                                                                                                           He would come back and sing."



After successfully completing your assignment will you have gained an introduction to Robert Frost's poetry and his connection to New Hampshire.  Further, you will have strengthened your skills in gathering informational data and using text evidence to support and justify your ideas. Lastly, you will have written your first informational Low TIDE piece and gained some reflective practice when thinking about and identifying descriptive language in action.

Teacher Page

Joanne Ahlberg