It's our poetry celebration at Manor Woods Elementary School. I've been in residence with the third grade for the last three weeks. Today, families are coming to listen to us read all of the poems we've been working so hard on.
It wouldn't be a party without food.
Let's jump into our celebration with some food poems by the Manor Woods third graders. During this workshop, we are concentrating on using our five senses to describe a food. Food is so tied up with family, memory, and traditions. I asked the poets to stretch themselves and give the reader a sense of what or who makes these foods important to them.
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By Amira W.
The Ravens
game starts, “Set hut.”
My mom makes
my favorite dish!
Buffalo dip
and mussels.
It’s so
good. It smells delicious.
I can’t wait
to eat it!
I hear
footsteps coming.
That must be
my mom.
She sets them
at the table
And I started
chomping them up
They taste
so good.
I can’t wait
until the next game!
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By Shyla L.
It’s
Thanksgiving day.
We are going
to make apple crisp.
Mom gets the
knives out.
Slice,
slice, the apples are cut
Into tiny
bits.
Chomp,
chomp.
We fling a
few in our mouths.
Mom gets the
cake mix out.
Clank, clank
goes the mixing spoon
When she
pours the mix in
With some
sweet sugar.
I could
smell the apples
Mom put it into
the oven to soften.
I take the
baking tray out.
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| Apple crisp was the first thing I learned to bake by myself. A guilt-free recipe is here. |
By Rachel L.
Walking to
the cafeteria after recess at school.
Smelling
delicious cheese burgers.
Mmm!!
The bread
all plain with cheese on it.
Hearing the
register go ching!
Also hear
the meat sizzle.
Adding
lettuce to my burger.
Sip!
Drinking chocolate milk.
The sound of
finally cleaning up.
Getting a
duck slip for quietly waiting in line.
Cheese
burgers are yummy!!
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By Ryan P.
Going down
in the morning
To have
breakfast
Is a nice
and peaceful breakfast
With no
banging, crashing.
Get out the
cereal and milk.
Splashing the
milk in the bowl
Sip, chew,
eating all the cereal.
Back to bed
I go.
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By
Constantine E.
When I lived
in Virginia,
There was a
Costco nearby.
My mom let
me get something
Cheap on the
menu. I ordered
A hot dog. I
hear them
Wrapping it
up
And bringing
it toward me.
I unwrapped
it and my mouth
Started to
water.
Crunch went
the onion dispenser
When I was
putting on the onions.
I put on
ketchup and mustard
And I could
almost taste it!
When I took
my first bite,
I was
clearly amazed.
It tasted
like heaven,
Just in my
hands!
Third graders -- you're going to love this video of our model poem, "Good Hotdogs" by Sandra Cisneros. It was made by kids.
Third graders -- you're going to love this video of our model poem, "Good Hotdogs" by Sandra Cisneros. It was made by kids.
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By Andrew B.
Get the
spoons, get ready
For
spaghetti. Rumble, rumble
Bubble,
bubble, bubble chicka chick.
Put it on
the table.
Wop, wop,
wop. I eat two bowls.
Mom and Dad
and my older brother
Eat three
each.
We ate at
our house. I was full
And stopped
eating.
The food was
great.
I liked it,
but then
Me and my
brother played Wii.
It was fun.
I should do this again.
It was fun.
Dumpling
By Evan T.
When I came
back from soccer,
I asked Mom,
“What’s for lunch?”
I smelled
the dumplings
And it
smelled tasty.
I took off
my shoes
And went in
the dining room
And sat
down.
When the
dumplings got on my plate
It was hot.
I grabbed a fork and started eating.
I grabbed a fork and started eating.
The meat
inside the dumpling
Was
delicious.
Wow, poets! Thanks for working extra onomatopoeia words into your food poems. Gold star!
Before we say goodbye, I'd like to share two more poems. Both of these are portraits, written in response to photographs clipped from a newspaper or magazine. I like the portrait workshop because it gives young writers a chance to show what deep thinkers and compassionate human beings they are. (You can find my portrait poem lesson at Author Amok. Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here.)
Before we say goodbye, I'd like to share two more poems. Both of these are portraits, written in response to photographs clipped from a newspaper or magazine. I like the portrait workshop because it gives young writers a chance to show what deep thinkers and compassionate human beings they are. (You can find my portrait poem lesson at Author Amok. Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here.)
Portrait Poem
by Marcus Z.
I look at the shelf,
getting a book for me and my wife to read.
The book's name is Spongebob.
So funny to read that.
Me and my wife like to read.
We hope to have children
that are like us.
We hope the children love
Spongebob the movie or book.
We just hope to have children
that are like us.
Portrait Poem
By Roman R.
A guitarist’s
pet dog just died
And he’s
singing a sad, sad song
About his
dog Billy Bob Joe Bob.
He was white
and black.
He was just
like his guitar
And sad like
his guitar.
He sings all
night
With his
cool cowboy suit on.
His badge
shines
In the half
faded darkness.
His boots
are down
And his head
is up.
He is trying
to fight off the darkness
But he
can’t.If you'd like to read more poems from the Manor Woods poetry residency, here are the links:
Howl-oween Onomatopoeia
Onomatopoeia Lesson 1
Onomatopoeia Lesson 2
Opposites Poems
Food and Portrait Poems (You're already here!)
All student poems posted here with permission. Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I am taking a break from blogging until December 1.
