Luke Howard: Narrative Poem
Don Miller via Compfight Luke Howard
By: Maggie and Connor
On November 28th 1772,
The sky was a shiny blue
That day Luke Howard was born
He might have eaten pureed corn
He would stare and stare into the vast sky
And he always thought about clouds “Why”
Because there was something to be found out
And Luke Howard wanted to learn about them no doubt
He named the clouds
Which impressed the crowds
He made his mark in history
Because the clouds were quite a mystery
Luke was part of a club
To study clouds, not in a pub
Luke thought there were three main cloud types of clouds
Cumulus, Stratus and Cirrus were loud.
He named the clouds in Latin
He wasn’t born in Manhattan
He was really born in London
Which is on the same continent as Dublin
To name the clouds Cumulus, Stratus and Cirrus
Must mean that Luke was fearless
There were many other different clouds
Like Cumulonimbus the one that was loud
In Latin, Cirrus meant curl of the hair
In Latin, Stratus means layer.
In Latin, Cumulus means heap or pile
Naming the clouds must make Luke smile
Luke had a very nice wife
She was part of his life
I wonder if they had a good first date
I also wonder if her last name was Slate
This is the story of Luke Howard
I’m sure you’ll agree that Luke wasn’t a coward
This is the end of the doings of a man
Who is famous forever because of his plan
NICE
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