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Sunday, November 16, 2014


A turkey with
his foot a dragging
is pushing along
his little red wagon.

He is riding fast
it is clear
he's trying to get
out of here.

    Thanks to my sister Clo Ann Smith who suggested I write about a turkey and a little red wagon today.  This one is for you, Sis.  I'd ask where you get your ideas from, but I know it is our weird family.  Now can you draw a picture to go with the poem?
   When my boys were young we had a little red wagon we took with us every where.  It worked better than a stroller.  I can remember when my son was five, I would pick him up from school and he would ride the wagon home from school.  One day I was showing him how to careen down the hill in the wagon and I tipped the wagon over.  He wasn't hurt because my body was wrapped around him, but I got some great scrapes on my leg, thigh and bum.  I felt rather foolish explaining to friends how I had hurt myself, but I was proud of my battle scars.  My poor kids had a terror for a mother.
     If you had a little red scooter, who would ride it?  Where would it go?  What would you see?  Can you write a poem about this today?  Have fun.  Enjoy.


  1. Joy,
    I hope the turkey makes his escape.

    1. Children's poet laureate Kenn Nesbitt posted a poem yesterday from the turkey's POV about all the things he's thankful for. the last stanza was about having a vegan family where he is the pet.

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    1. Thanks Rosi. Yes, I wanted to draw the picture as soon as I was done with the poem. I can see it in my mind's eye too.