MY FAVORITE PLACE

The best thing about this tree
is it is a place to read for me.
As the chapters disappear
no one knows I'm hiding here.
 
   Do you have a special place where you hide so you can read?  When I was young, I used to go into the bathroom, hide in my closet or under my bed so I could read.  My mom always had jobs she wanted me to do, but if I was really quiet, she would forget she was looking for me.  Can you write a poem today about your favorite place to read?  Have fun writing.

Turkey's Lament

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.