Стихотворение "A man is made of flesh and blood" по грамматической теме Passive voice

A man is made  of flesh and blood

Of eyes and bones and water.

The very same things make his son

As those that make his daughter.

A tree is made of leaf and sap,

Of bark and fruit and berries

It keeps a bird’s nest   In its branches

And blackbirds eat the cherries.

A table is made of naked wood

Planned smooth as milk. I wonder

If tables ever dream of sun

Of wind. And rain, and thunder?

And when man takes his axe and strikes

And sets the sawdust flying –

Is it a table being born?

Or just a tree that’s dying?

A man is made  of flesh and blood

Of eyes and bones and water.

The very same things make his son

As those that make his daughter.

A tree is made of leaf and sap,

Of bark and fruit and berries

It keeps a bird’s nest   In its branches

And blackbirds eat the cherries.

A table is made of naked wood

Planned smooth as milk. I wonder

If tables ever dream of sun

Of wind. And rain, and thunder?

And when man takes his axe and strikes

And sets the sawdust flying –

Is it a table being born?

Or just a tree that’s dying?

A man is made  of flesh and blood

Of eyes and bones and water.

The very same things make his son

As those that make his daughter.

A tree is made of leaf and sap,

Of bark and fruit and berries

It keeps a bird’s nest   In its branches

And blackbirds eat the cherries.

A table is made of naked wood

Planned smooth as milk. I wonder

If tables ever dream of sun

Of wind. And rain, and thunder?

And when man takes his axe and strikes

And sets the sawdust flying –

Is it a table being born?

Or just a tree that’s dying?

A man is made  of flesh and blood

Of eyes and bones and water.

The very same things make his son

As those that make his daughter.

A tree is made of leaf and sap,

Of bark and fruit and berries

It keeps a bird’s nest   In its branches

And blackbirds eat the cherries.

A table is made of naked wood

Planned smooth as milk. I wonder

If tables ever dream of sun

Of wind. And rain, and thunder?

And when man takes his axe and strikes

And sets the sawdust flying –

Is it a table being born?

Or just a tree that’s dying?

A man is made  of flesh and blood

Of eyes and bones and water.

The very same things make his son

As those that make his daughter.

A tree is made of leaf and sap,

Of bark and fruit and berries

It keeps a bird’s nest   In its branches

And blackbirds eat the cherries.

A table is made of naked wood

Planned smooth as milk. I wonder

If tables ever dream of sun

Of wind. And rain, and thunder?

And when man takes his axe and strikes

And sets the sawdust flying –

Is it a table being born?

Or just a tree that’s dying?

A man is made  of flesh and blood

Of eyes and bones and water.

The very same things make his son

As those that make his daughter.

A tree is made of leaf and sap,

Of bark and fruit and berries

It keeps a bird’s nest   In its branches

And blackbirds eat the cherries.

A table is made of naked wood

Planned smooth as milk. I wonder

If tables ever dream of sun

Of wind. And rain, and thunder?

And when man takes his axe and strikes

And sets the sawdust flying –

Is it a table being born?

Or just a tree that’s dying?

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Стихотворение "A man is made of flesh and blood" использую в 8 классе в модуле 4 при изучении темы Passive voice. Благодаря этому стихотворению, дети с легкостью запоминают структуру пассивного предложения. В стихотворении неоднократно повторяется одна и таже конструкция пассива и это облегчает запоминание.