The following poems were written by Marquez Elementary Charter School
students about what that holiday means to them.
My Thanksgiving
On Thanksgiving I see a steaming hot turkey, stuffing
and cranberry sauce. I picture the turkey dancing to
the chicken song. On Thanksgiving I sit down by the fire
as it is lighting up my face, as I pet my fleecy white dog
while the fire crackles. On Thanksgiving, as my cousins
and grandparents walk in the door and take off their muddy
rain-boots, my face lights up like a star in the sky.
I slip on my wooly white socks to play in the rain.
I splash around until my mom calls outside and says,
time for our thanksgiving meal! Then I went inside and we said
our thanks. I took my first bite of stuffing, it melted in my mouth
as I felt a warm feeling inside me saying, I am lucky.
Casey Scaduto
Thanksgiving
I go to my Grandma’s house for Thanksgiving. It is the best time
you could ever have. Thanksgiving week on Thursday, there are
three football games, but somehow that’s not even the best part.
The food that you have that night is just straight amazing. The turkey
is the best thing you have ever tasted. The whole week that I’m there
feels like three seconds, then I leave their big, old house they live in.
You can walk for three minutes and you’re at the biggest pool ever.
The Thanksgivings that I have are the best, the very best.
You can hear the birds chirp.
Jesse Ettus
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