The Hitcher

LO: to consider how poets may use language to create

characters.

Starter: guess the celebrity!

David Beckham

Cheryl Cole

Well i like Gucci and Prada and Versace and YSL and DKNY

and Tommy Hillfigure and all them dead expensive shops in

London.

Well i like Gucci and Prada and Versace and YSL and DKNY and Tommy Hilfiger

and all them dead expensive shops in London!

A wannabe celebrity

A member of the British

aristocracy

A rich business woman

Well i like Gucci and Prada and Versace and YSL and DKNY and Tommy Hilfiger

and all them dead expensive shops in London!

Some say his skill is one to matchGeorge BestYet he slithers and weaves around the

truthLike a school boy being caught cheatingOn his weeping wifeWoundedWoeful.

Wayne Rooney

Task 1: who is being described?

Some say his skill is one to matchGeorge Best

Yet he slithers and weaves around the truthLike a school boy being caught cheating

On his weeping wifeWoundedWoeful.

footbal

ler

Sibilanc

e

suggest

s he is

like a

snake

Suggests he is

immature?

Task 2: predictions

I think the poem will be about....

When the two men meet I imagine...

From the way the poem starts I predict that...

HitcherI'd been tired, underthe weather, but the ansaphone kept screaming:One more sick-note, mister, and you're finished. Fired.I thumbed a lift to where the car was parked.A Vauxhall Astra. It was hired.

I picked him up in Leeds.He was following the sun to west from eastwith just a toothbrush and the good earth for a bed. The truth he said, was blowin' in the wind,or round the next bend.

I let him have iton the top road out of Harrogate - oncewith the head, then six times with the krooklokin the face - and didn't even swerve.I dropped it into third

and leant acrossto let him out, and saw him in the mirrorbouncing off the kerb, then disappearing down the verge.We were the same age, give or take a week.He'd said he liked the breeze to run its fingersthrough his hair. It was twelve noon.The outlook for the day was moderate to fair.Stitch that, I remember thinking,you can walk from there.

HitcherI'd been tired, underthe weather, but the ansaphone kept screaming:One more sick-note, mister, and you're finished. Fired.I thumbed a lift to where the car was parked.A Vauxhall Astra. It was hired.

I picked him up in Leeds.He was following the sun to west from eastwith just a toothbrush and the good earth for a bed. The truth he said, was blowin' in the wind,or round the next bend.

I let him have iton the top road out of Harrogate - oncewith the head, then six times with the krooklokin the face - and didn't even swerve.I dropped it into third

and leant acrossto let him out, and saw him in the mirrorbouncing off the kerb, then disappearing down the verge.We were the same age, give or take a week.He'd said he liked the breeze

to run its fingersthrough his hair. It was twelve noon.The outlook for the day was moderate to fair.Stitch that, I remember thinking,you can walk from there.

Task 3: Independent writingI'd been tired, underthe weather, but the ansaphone kept screaming:One more sick-note, mister, and you're finished. Fired.I thumbed a lift to where the car was parked.A Vauxhall Astra. It was hired.

I picked him up in Leeds.He was following the sun to west from eastwith just a toothbrush and the good earth for a bed. The truth he said, was blowin' in the wind,or round the next bend.

He picked me up..............................................................................................

.........................................................................................

...........................................................................................

.............................................................................................

...............................

I’d been .............., underthe ................................., and the wind

kept on ..........................................................................................

...........................I thumbed a lift to where the wind would

take me.A kind man stopped. I was thankful.

Plenary task: peer assess

What has your partner done well? What do you like about their stanza?

Could they do something better? Can you suggest something that would make their work even better?

The Hitcher

LO: to consider how poets may use language to create

characters.