Hurry, hurry,
keep up the pace.
Quick, quick, quick,
find me a place.
Make it safe,
a hidden winner.
I dont want to be
your Thanksgiving dinner.
Do you know what a lament is? It is a passionate expression of grief or sorrow. Why do you think a turkey would be sad at this time of year? So here is your poetry prompt for today--can you write a list poem about all the places a turkey might hide? Go ahead, be silly. You might put the turkey in the bath tub. In Uncle Charlie's tennis sweater to impersonate him. How about in your brother's basketball hoop? This could be fun. I hope you have a good time writing your poem.
We have wild turkeys wandering through our yard quite often. I sure like your poem. Very cute.
ReplyDeleteWild turkeys, what fun! When I lived in North Carolina we had turkey vultures. And turkey calling contests. And I believe fried whole turkey was a Southern invention.
ReplyDeleteWhat plans do you have for Thanksgiving, Rosi?