I need a poem that demonstrates a physical jorney taking place an example would be the road not taken by robert frost. But im not allowed to use that one! Im really need help if anyone knows of any peoms that is similar to the road not taken, i would really appreciate it if you emailed me!

It's a short journey, but how about:

The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod
by Robert Louis Stevenson

THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead:
The angler tripped, the eels were fed.

A long poem might be Don Juan by Byron, book length. Or Childe Harold's Pilgrimage also by Byron.

For a short (but longer than the one above, how about:

Before Knowledge
by Thomas Hardy

When I walked roseless tracks and wide,
Ere dawned your date for meeting me,
O why did you not cry Halloo
Across the stretch between, and say:

"We move, while years as yet divide,
On closing lines which--though it be
You know me not nor I know you -
Will intersect and join some day!"

Then well I had borne
Each scraping thorn;
But the winters froze,
And grew no rose;
No bridge bestrode
The gap at all;
No shape you showed,
And I heard no call!

T.S. Elliot's Journey of the Magi.
J.R.R. Tolkien's The road goes ever on. Though you could take that as more metaphorical.

Here's one by the master himself:

Sonnet L.

“How heavy do I journey on the way”

HOW heavy do I journey on the way
When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
‘Thus far the miles are measur’d from thy friend!’
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, 5
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov’d not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, 10
Which heavily he answers with a groan
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind:
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

Les

Angewa, that is sonnet #50 by William Shakespeare.

Les

'How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix', by Robert Browning.
(See the Classical Poet List button at the start of this thread).

What about someone who's on a journey, but they stop for a moment, even though they should press on? "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost.

Then there's "Song of the Open Road" by Walt Whitman, though it's rather longish.

And then there's my personal favorite: "Paths" by Dorothy Parker, though I don't know if that counts as a physical journey.

This lyric for a Scottish folk song, about stepping out on a road to the far west of Scotland.

The Road to the Isles

O, a far croonin is pullin’ me away
As I take I wi’ my cromach to the road,
O, the far Cuillins are puttin’ love on me
As step I wi’ the sunlight for my load.

CHORUS:
Sure, by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Loch Aber I will go,
By heather tracks wi’ heaven in their wiles;
If it’s thinkin’ in your inner heart the braggart’s in my step
You’ve never smelt the tangle of the Isles.
O’, the far Cuillins are puttin’ love on me,
as step I wi’ my cromach to the Isles.

It’s by Shiel water the track is to the west,
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea
O’, the cool cresses I am thinkin’ o’ for pluck
and bracken for a wink on mother’s knee.

CHORUS

It’s the blue islands are pullin’ me away,
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
O’, the blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews,
Wi’ heather honey taste upon each name.

CHORUS


A 'cromach' is a staff shaped like a shepherd's crook. The Cuillins are mountains in the island of Skye. Tummel, Loch Rannoch, Loch Arber, Shiel, Aillort and Morar are other Scottish place names. 'Cresses ... for pluck' refers to edible plants to pick and eat on the way. 'A wink on mother's knee' refers to sleeping on the ground. The Skerries and the Lews are some of the western islands.

For something a bit different, here's one from Mary Stewart, from her poems about the young Arthur starting out on his quest surrounded by Merlin's magic -


Song


I rode alone in a mad March night
To find if it were true
That big brown hares come out and dance
Among the falling dew.

I went beside the green furrow
With the sea at my bridle hand,
And the horse left golden hoofmarks,
In shadow-printed sand.

I heard a scurry and scamper
Of myriad dancing feet -
The rain upon the barley
And the wind among the wheat.

A mad yellow moon stood staring,
And the stealthy sea slid up,
Mouthing the sand like a crazy queen
Lipping an amber cup.

But never a hare was dancing,
And never a sound heard I,
Save the wind among the barley
And the rain upon the rye.

Mary Stewart

Hey MATE !

I urgentyl need help with finding some poems, related to physical journey and if possible some songs. However, if u can be a good lad and send me some of yur school notes related to physcial journey and the stimulus booklet, and I will send you some of what I have, i have a poem, that will also help you alot... so thanks heaps, and my email is joe_g86@hotmail.com

Journey up
The journey up
to where you want to go
is not a straight line,
or even a steady grade.
You go around corners,
crossing the path you've taken,
able to look back down
to where you've been
but not quite up
to where you want to go.
The best you can do
is hold on to a general sense
of direction,
counting the steps
for morale,
keeping towards the light.
as best you can.
The hall lantern may be lit,
or dark,
so you need a little faith
that those sloping ceilings
cobwebs,
whatever grows in those dusty corners
won't get in your way,
because you really have no choice.
Going back down
is not an option
and the steps,
though uneven, rough
and steep
will eventually
take you where
you need to go

April 13, 2022
The outing
Sometimes your trip down memory lane
takes you to a place that's changed,
reflects your difference
like a mirror.
So it's a journey back
and forward too,
along a road that spirals,
through your inner rings
to where you see them clearly-
where you've come from,
what you've done,
who you've been,
and what you've loved
about yourself.
So take the day trip back
along your route of coming here,
so you can meet yourself,
say hello,
give a hug,
before moving on
to where you want to go.

March 18, 2022

I really need help in finding a physical journey poem and song. Help!!!!!

For a song, how about 'We're off to see the Wizard?'

pam

HELP!!!! i need some supplementary material on physical journey im REALLY desperate i have an essay due in a week n i cant find anything PLEASE PLEASE help me, songs poems short stories will do if u can it will be much appreciated..

What material have you got so far?

pam

hi i need some help to find a poem or song related to physical journeys. ive looked heaps & havent come up with anything. any help would be greatly appreciated. thanks

You might look at the suggestions in the links here. Here's another for you-

A Bushman's Song
by A. B. "Banjo" Paterson

I'm travelling down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station-hand,
I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the brand,
And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing the axe all day,
But there's no demand for a station-hand along the Castlereagh.
So it's shift, boys, shift, for there isn't the slightest doubt
That we've got to make a shift to the stations further out,
With the pack-horse runnin' after, for he follows like a dog.
We must strike across the country at the old jig-jog.

This old black horse I'm riding -- if you'll notice what's his brand,
He wears the crooked R, you see -- none better in the land.
He takes a lot of beatin', and the other day we tried,
For a bit of a joke, with a racing bloke, for twenty pound a side.

It was shift, boys, shift, for there wasn't the slightest doubt
That I had to make him shift, for the money was nearly out,
But he cantered home a winner, with the other one at the flog --
He's a red-hot sort to pick up with his old jig-jog.

I asked a cove for shearin' once along the Marthaguy:
"We shear non-union here," says he. "I call it scab," says I.
I looked along the shearin' floor before I turned to go --
There were eight or ten dashed Chinamen a-shearin' in a row.

It was shift, boys, shift, for there wasn't the slightest doubt
It was time to make a shift with the leprosy about.
So I saddled up my horses, and I whistled to my dog,
And I left his scabby station at the old jig-jog.

I went to Illawarra, where my brother's got a farm;
He has to ask his landlord's leave before he lifts his arm:
The landlord owns the country-side -- man, woman, dog, and cat,
They haven't the cheek to dare to speak without they touch their hat.

It was shift, boys, shift, for there wasn't the slightest doubt
Their little landlord god and I would soon have fallen out,
Was I to touch my hat to him? -- was I his bloomin' dog?
So I makes for up the country at the old jig-jog.

But it's time that I was movin', I've a mighty way to go
Till I drink artesian water from a thousand feet below;
Till I meet the overlanders with the cattle comin' down --
And I'll work a while till I make a pile, then have a spree in town.

So it's shift, boys, shift, for there isn't the slightest doubt
We've got to make a shift to the stations further out:
The pack-horse runs behind us, for he follows like a log,
And we cross a lot of country at the old jig-jog.


The Bulletin, 24 December 2021

The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses
20 October 2021

Good one, Pam. Another fine little vernacular piece from 'Banjo' who was a lawyer in Sydney when he wrote this. Glad you're a fan of his.
'log' should be 'dog' in the second-last line, and the first stanza should be divided into two of 4 lines. Maybe those mistakes were in the original 'Bulletin' publication.
For non-Australian readers, a 'station' is a large farm for livestock (equivalent to an American 'ranch'?), and 'further out' means further inland away from town.

I pulled it off that U of Queensland site that was posted under the Happy Birthday link.

Mostly, I picked it because the requestor was from Australia.

pam

Hey guys any shorter poems relating to physical jouneys would be great

Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
-- Robert Browning

hahah thanx for all the help here fellas

Looks like everyone who asked for poems is here for the same reason I am.

Bloody Year 12

there's lots of great poem's at www.lemonparty.org that should be useful

Expired porn link, I believe.

[en.wikipedia.org]

what about Rime of a Mariner?

Who wrote The Road to the Isles? I thought it was Robbert Burns, but I know it is not.
Thanks,
George Vardy

It's listed on several sites as a 'folk song' with no author attributed. Possibly our old friend Anonymous. Les, any ideas?

pam

[www.kintyremag.co.uk] />
Says Kenneth Macleod. Others agree,

[tinyurl.com] />
Not to say I have ever heard of the gent, though.

[sniff.numachi.com] /> says that it was collected and translated. Also has the tune for those who can read music.

holy grail by hunters & collecters
is a song

thanks heaps everyone, your a great help.


uh i hate year 12 lol

bump, for anyone doing physical journeys assignment

Les

Maybe the Australian schools will come up with a different theme this year.

pam

ummm guys i wish i could help but sadly i cant, i need help finding related texts about physical journeys to.

my friend jst told me dat lord of the rings is a good idea for physical journys, jst throught i'l tel u guys no

Geez! This website helped me no end...

Thanks Everyone!

Hey all,

hoping someone is still here.... year 12 really sucks! anyways, i was looking for related material to the poem 'the road not taken'.... all posts above are great except for the fact that i cant use same text to relate both texts... (as ' the road not taken is a poem, i need to relate this poem to another form of text - but to do with 'the road not taken').

thanks!

crofty

hey guys,
how are you all?
i am just starting yr12, and need to find related texts... any help you could give me would be greatly appreciated.... physical journeys
i would also be interested in just chatting with any other ppl doing the hsc in 2005.
i can be emailed at kathryn726@gmail.com .. and add me to msn kathryn726@hotmail.com
thanks

of mice and men by john stinebeck

thank you all so much, this site has helped me soooo much, i stumbled upon it trying to find...you guessed it related material for a physical jouney, so thank you all

Hi pple,
i just started yr 12.... it sux, i think this is a great idea every1 is helping ohters 2 get though this yr of hell. im also looking for any text type of physical journey's. so if u have anygood stuff it would b great! c'ya

yup i know wat you mean stupid bloody year 12 english

stuff you.
get a life.
drop dead.

Great texts mate they realy hit the nail on the head so to speak, but whats with not puting an author down, did you make it up yourself or what. there great but unusable with out an author.

hey guys! stupid year 12 assignment on 'physical journeys'.. so annoying can't find much... i need to find 3 texts (prefer lyrics, artwork, film.. rather than poems and short stories.) any help please please! i've got msn so if ya wanna ad me .. xkahlie_flowerx@hotmail.com or post a reply to here!!! thanks so much if you are able to help out!!!!! thanks

The song, Irish heart beat by Van morrisen talks of being with his own ones.. which can be linked to shirley geok0lin lims passage on genii loci which also talks about finding a sense of belonging and the search to find your roots.
im also in your same situation. one week left and not even halfway thorugh it. finding sources is so hard.
if you wanted to do a book, do the family frying pan by Bryce courtney.. you only have to read the first chapter really.. which talks about escaping a life to go find a better one, migrating out of russia. which can also be linked to genii loci which is about finding a better life

I need help with my english assignment. i need to find 3 texts from different media that relate to the physical journey.

thanks to everyone who has written on this page i found it extremely useful thankyou thankyou thankyou
courtney
p.s i wish i could help but im in the same boat as everyone else

How about "Sea Fever" by John Masefield?

i personally think "The Lord Of The Flies" are a good text(^_^)

Hi everyone,
As i can see everyone is having trouble with this whole physical journeys Crap its worse than changing perspectives. Any who if anybody has any related materials for instance movies, short stories photos/images, websites, cartoons etc it would be greatly apprieciated.
luv laura

Hi everyone,
As i can see everyone is having trouble with this whole physical journeys Crap its worse than changing perspectives. Any who if anybody has any related materials for instance movies, short stories photos/images, websites, cartoons etc it would be greatly apprieciated.
luv laura

Uh-oh, changing perspectives, huh? Sounds like another NSW school unique term. I wonder what it means. What was the link to that Australian 'bored with your studies' site again? Mebbe something there.

'Fraid so, though it appears to have been around a couple of years. Some information here:

[tinyurl.com]

and probably similar sites.

Why an understanding of the concepts of 'change' and 'perspective' is deemed essential to literacy, and to the study of the English language and fine literature in English, is unexplained. Not surprising the students find it all a baffling bore.

Thanks. Here is the site I was remembering:

[boredofstudies.org] />
Searching there for 'changing perspectives' yields a ton of stuff, but I confess I did not click on any of the results.

[tinyurl.com]

hi guys.. i was wondering if u cud help me to analyse this poem.(Below n i found it on this site!!), please if u find any other poems relating to phy. journeys, n also relates to the topic "the rewards of the journey far outweigh the risks of leaving home" please jst post em on this site..
thanx heaps, n i hope i'l get some help frm u guys to do my speech...
luv,
HP

Bushwalking
--Phillip Rush

What inspires a man to climb
The mountains in the autumn-time?
Is it just because they're there?
Or for some idiotic dare?
Or just to prove one's fit enough
To complete a climb that's tough?
Each one of these, at times, is right;
But others climb for sheer delight.

Not for the joy of aching knees,
Or scrambling over fallen trees.
Not for the joy of carrying packs
That cause so many aching backs.
Not for the beads of perspiration,
But for the pure inspiration
Of living pictures unsurpassed
When one gains the peak, at last.

A city dweller cannot see
The view that lies in front of me,
As wearily I sit me down
On Acropolis' crown.
How can one describe the thrills,
As row on row of distant hills
Unfold before my very eyes
Beneath the blue autumnal skies?
And my mountain throne commands
Views of jewelled alpine tarns,
While patches of the brilliant snow
Reflect the sunlight's mystic glow.

Anxieties and troubles cease,
For here the world is all at peace.
Massive cliffs of sombre grey
Stretch towards the timeless day.
And beyond suburban reach
I see the golden native beech.
The photograph and artist's paint
Give but a feeble semblance faint
Of the beauty, vast and grand,
Inherent in our glorious land.
I climb the peaks for inspiration
Of God's incredible creation.

You know what? i was thinking and everyone that needs a song for physical journey you could use "waltzi Matilda" because its both physical and inner journey so you can explain how it contrasts with your other poems. like for example if you're studying "Peter Skrzyneckis poetry then you can discuss how peter skrzyneckis poetry is about migrating from war torn europe to Australia. and the waltzi Matilda song is similar to his poems because its about the anzac day and so on and so on. So you discuss the contarst between the two and then in your conclusion you say that even thought these two composers undergo a different journey, in the end the two different paths become one because the emotions experianced on these journeys are the same and therefore links them together.

And then you could also relate the poem The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost.

Marija, I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm to help, but I suggest no one will get good marks by saying that the song 'Waltzing Matilda' is about Anzac Day. It absolutely isn't. You probably mean Eric Bogle's song 'The Band Played Waltzing Matilda':


Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.

And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.

And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying.

For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.

And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.

But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?


Ian

IanB,

Could you at least post some tissues with that one?

pam

hey guys thanx to all those who have contributed texts it has bin quite helpful but i still am having difficulties with finding visual texts such as pictures, photos etc. any suggestions or links that could be contributed to this site would be superb.

thanx again, chris

IanB yea thats the song i was talking about..
I used that song as one of my own texts for the english assesment and i got full marks.
so i think i didnt explain it well here. But anyways i think its a good song 2 relate to journey.

hey all.....

thanks for all the fantastic ideas it was an incrediable help

other texts that may be helpful are:
the novel - lionheart - by jesse martin
the film - Milo and otis
the song - Khe Sanh - by cold chisel
the song - i was only 19 - by redgum
the novel/movie - lord if the rings - by jrr tolkien
the poem - the wood-pile - by robert frost
the poem - on a tree fallen across the road - by robert frost
the film - the wizard of OZ


i know the following are childrens shows but are fantastic physical journey texts:
walt disney movies such as:
brother bear
finding nemo
ice age
toy story
monsters inc
lilo and stitch
etc etc...

i hope these can be of any help

thanks again
chon

hey all.....

thanks for all the fantastic ideas it was an incrediable help

other texts that may be helpful are:
the novel - lionheart - by jesse martin
the film - Milo and otis
the song - Khe Sanh - by cold chisel
the song - i was only 19 - by redgum
the novel/movie - lord if the rings - by jrr tolkien
the poem - the wood-pile - by robert frost
the poem - on a tree fallen across the road - by robert frost
the film - the wizard of OZ


i know the following are childrens shows but are fantastic physical journey texts:
walt disney movies such as:
brother bear
finding nemo
ice age
toy story
monsters inc
lilo and stitch
etc etc...

i hope these can be of any help

thanks again
chon

Chris, please explain how a picture or a photo can be a 'text'. All the definitions of 'text' in my Shorter Oxford English dictionary refer to written or spoken language.

I know there's a saying that 'a picture is worth a thousand words', but that's one of those sweeping generalisations that's true only in a limited sense and in limited circumstances. To me, it doesn't follow that a picture or a photo is comparable to written or spoken words as a form of communication, at least once you get past about 2nd grade. Sometimes illustrations of what is described orally or in writing can help the listener's or reader's understanding or imagination of it, but you don't say you are looking for illustrations of any oral or written texts. Some non-verbal signs and icons are widely accepted as having meaning, for instance a roadside sign with a P inside a circle means a place for parking, but such communications are special cases. Other special forms of visual, non-verbal communication which are apparently not what you are after, would be 'body language', and improvised sign language between people who don't speak the same language.

You are presumably doing this assignment for HSC 'English'. Not Tourism Studies or Travel Agency Management or Semiotics (if HSC offers such options, which it probably doesn't). If you do find a photo or other picture that implies a journey, let's say a picture of someone waving good-bye as they board an aeroplane or someone walking or driving along a road, how will that relate to the English language? The implication of a journey could just as well be in any language. In fact it would be a non-language communication.

How will finding 'visual texts' of the kinds you mention advance in any way your knowledge of, or skills in, English, or even your appreciation of what others have written about journeys of various kinds?

If you don't know, maybe you can ask your teacher. It would be interesting to hear what your teacher says about it.

Ian



Post Edited (01-23-05 16:19)

Just replying to IanB here,

Not sure if youve done or are in the process of doin your HSC mate, but I am. Either way we have a "Stimulus Booklet" for physical journies which consists of I think 7 various "Texts". One of these "Texts" is a book cover for a book called the Ivory Trail. Whether or not we deem it correct that a visual "text" is to be called a text so to speak, the Board of Studies seems to think that you can have visual texts. I have analyized this visual text myself, and although Im doing the lowest level English I have to say that visual texts are actually quiet resourceful in terms of language techniques. Besides, visual "texts" so to speak are a welcomed change from the written texts that we usually have to analyize. IanB wrote:

Thanks for the reply Rikin. No I haven't done nor am in the process of doing HSC. When I was at school (in Victoria) the equivalent year was called Matriculation. The English syllabus then was very different in content and approach from what I have heard of your HSC. Which is doubtless why I have such difficulty understanding what your Board of Studies deems relevant to the study of English, and why the Board seems so fixated on journeys. Could it be you are meant to treat your whole HSC course as a journey?

< visual texts are actually quiet resourceful in terms of language techniques. >

Without having that demonstrated, I can't see how it can be true; but then I don't know what techniques you are referring to.



Post Edited (01-25-05 08:42)

Chris, your last post appears to have come from Singapore. Was I mistaken in assuming that you are doing HSC in New South Wales?

You haven't yet replied to my post, and I still don't understand how a photo or other picture can be a 'text', but it occurs to me that I should have asked you what you are meant to do with such an item when you find it. Maybe you are expected to write an essay or story about whatever journey it brings to mind. That would be a worthwhile exercise in English expression, and could be the relevance of a so-called visual text.

In case it is, I wonder whether you could use either of the pictures on this website as a stimulus to writing about the journeys made by the 19th century clipper ships when they raced from China to England trying to be the first to get a cargo of tea to the market:

[www.solarnavigator.net]

You should be able to find more information about 'Cutty Sark' and 'Thermopylae' and the other ships listed, either in your school library, or on the Internet if you search for their names plus the words 'tea' and 'clipper'

Ian

Np Ian,

I think the Board of Studies is so fixated on providing us with journeys as a theme in English because like you said the HSC is a journey. Since English is compulsory, they basically need to provide people who find English really boring at least something they can relate to and understand. Anyone can relate and understand even the basics of the physical journey because we have all been on one.

i need a poem about changing perspective

[eir.library.utoronto.ca]

hey guys, sorry i cant reply to your question as i am also in the same predicament. I was wondering, however, if anyone knows of a good analytical song about a physical journey. would be well appreciated. please help me