Sweet Tooth Poetry

Yesterday was the poetry open house at Northfield Elementary. We had many parents, grandparents and friends come to hear the third graders read their poems.

 

The food poems, in particular, are a favorite of the visiting families because of food's connection to family traditions. In this workshop, I do give kids the option of using their five senses to describe a food. However, I encourage them to extend their poem, because foods can remind us of people, places, and memories.

A few years ago, my friend Christine's son was among the third grade students at Northfield. As usual, when introducing the workshop on food poetry, we spent time talking about special foods in the children's families. I reminded the children, "It doesn't have to be a holiday food. You can write about a food that someone important makes for you. Maybe your aunt has a recipe for brownies, and no one else makes brownies as delicious as hers."

Christine's son took that to heart. He wrote a sweet poem about his grandmother's oatmeal. The whole family got such a kick out of the poem, they framed the final draft. The boy's grandmother, it turns out, was not the cookie-baking, apron-wearing type. Oatmeal was her one and only specialty.

Oatmeal from www.foodchannel.com

In reading these third-grade food poems, look for the poets connecting a food to a specific experience or to the emotions of sharing a meal or a treat with someone they love. You will notice that we spent some time working on sensory images and similes before writing.

All my poets today share my love for sweets. Get ready for a sugar rush, readers!

Cotton Candy

by Jane H.

Fluff, sweet cotton candy.

It melts in my mouth.

They are the little clouds

that you can see up high

in the sky.

Pink, blue, purple, yellow!

The rainbow is what I see.

It is so sweet, it smells like sugar.

The fluff so soft, like my cat's fur.

A whoosh, a whirl, my cotton candy

finally made.

Poof poof poof

Chomp!

Yum!

I love cotton candy.

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S'Mores

by James K.

You and me

ride the car

to the food store.

We get the marshmallows

and the crackers, my favorite,

the chocolate. We go back

home and my dad gets out the grill.

We open the bags of

delicious food. I feel the

marshmallow that feels

like my fluffy pillow. Once

you put it in the

oven it melts down all

over the place. I take it

out and put it on the

table to cool. I pour my melted

chocolate in the bowl of the

white stew. I get the spoon

and mix it together and

lick it off the spoon. It tastes

like ice cream and sounds like

they day passing. It smells

like fresh baked cake. I dip

the spoon and put it on the

crackers and put it together.

My food is s'mores.

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Ice Cream

by Kiran V.

In the summer after dinner

my family goes to get ice cream

Sometimes my friend comes with us. When

we get hte ice cream it smells like

all my favorite things put together in one. It

looks like whipped cream with candy.

It sounds like somebody licking a lollipop.

It feels like creamy ice. It tastes like heaven

when it goes into your mouth. Ice cream

is the best thing in the world, ask my

friend. Oh, I love sitting outside

looking at the stars as we eat.

Easter Chocolate

by Sofia M.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Abuelita and Abuelito!

Yay! They're here!

Sister and I run up to the front door.

Creak... the door opens.

We can smell the sweet chocolate

that they bring every year!

Mami and Papa come up to greet

Abuelita and Abuelito.

"Time to get the chocolate open!!!"

the grandparents say.

Thump!

The chocolate gets set down on the table.

Sister and I look inside our

Easter baskets.

Chocolate! Chocolate

1, 2, 3... 20 chocolates!!?

That's a lot of chocolate!

Gobble up the chocolate!

Delicious!

But what makes the memory special

is the love all around.

Thanks to the Northfield staff and families for allowing me to share these delicious poems.