"munchy crunchy gooey tasty"

Thanksgiving Poems from Chief Charlo Elementary

By Kisha Lewellyn Schlegel, 11-21-07

These Collaborative Thanksgiving Poems are from the Chief Charlo School where I am the writer in residence through the Missoula Writing Collaborative. Special thanks to Ms. Johnston’s class for letting me be a part of their poem.

Ms. Johnston’s 4th grade collaborative poem:

Cornucopia

Oh man, Oh man, what do I pick:
cows taste perfect from the hay they eat
sometimes squishy
a piece of fat juicy bacon
starts off as a pig and
I am thankful for pizza because it smells good
with barbecue sauce it zaps my taste buds
just a spoon full of rice can sprout your taste buds and
the apple
the apple is red and juicy
best by themselves but the
pumpkin pie is delicious too…it cools down your mouth with
bananas,
bananas, shaped like the moon or
plums, sweet or sour, it does not matter
plums as purple as a dark night in summer
so eat up, eat up– the skin is moist and silky
the speckles on the beautiful red strawberry
the shape of a raspberry is like an unfinished heart
the kind you like, I like it more.

Vine connected by vine,
your heart feels so good.
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Mr. Adcock’s 4th grade collaborative poem:

Turkey

Turkey has sweet, squeezy juice with a great taste and meat stuffing stuffed inside
big or small
a turkey is brown, tasty, a weird shape.
A turkey is food you should not waste.

When it was alive it walked around and was noisy. It has legs
so nice yet so tough you have to do
massage and get a good
flavor running down my throat,
watch out for the bones so you don’t choke.
it is yummy with gravy
with red cranberry sauce
so brown and crispy and stuff it with stuffing
munchy crunchy gooey tasty
gobble gobble “Bang!”
brown, all for me and you
as the world
whirls, see it, hear it, touch it.
It fills us up.
It will stop your hunger with meat
dark as night or white as snow or dumb gobbler or gobble, take your choice I don’t care.
The best part is the wishbone; with the wishbone everybody will be happy.
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Ms. Carlson’s 4th grade collaborative poem:

Bread

Bread can be white or brown,
Heart shaped at the top and square for the rest, this
Wheat grows from the ground,
Then you crush it really hard.

Bread is a burger
Tastier than corndogs
It melts in my mouth.

Nice, white, soft bread that has
A toasty smell and a taste soft.

Bread keeps us healthy
Bread is soft
like fluffy dogs
and warm as a steaming hot day
it shapes itself as it comes out of the hot oven.

Toasted, you can put butter and cinnamon
glazed with butter and powdered sugar
leaves crumbs on your plate
so sweet tasting
like you were just born and you have a whole new life.

It comes from wheat
The warm sweet form of wheat,
the succulent tasting thing it is my everything.

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