This week we “ate” poetry and talked about what memories we had that were connected to food. Students wrote poems sharing their favorite dishes and who they love to eat it with! Check out their delicious food poems here.
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Mr. Goldner
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Sweet, Sweet French Toast
by Anis Aguilar
We make french toast
The smell of cinnamon
The powder in the air
Flipping it in the eggs, milk, and cinnamon
Don’t get it in your hair!
Some of the stuff in the pan splashes everywhere
I pour syrup when I’m done
The flavors go in my mouth
The smell takes up my whole house
The sweetness will last forever
We will make french toast together.
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Vanilla
by Amiyah D.
The taste of vanilla gives you a breath
that you breathe into. Vanilla isn’t just
a taste! It’s a smell, too
When you think of vanilla
You wonder, wow, omg, I love
The Smell or Taste of this thing
Let’s just say vanilla is such a treat.
Vanilla, there’s even different types
of vanilla like cherry vanilla, vanilla blossom,
vanilla red and more
Vanilla is just everything!
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Smoothie King
by Danica K.
She makes a smoothie mixing milk, strawberries
and blueberries. With sweet smells and swirling
ingredients, everything we cared for, everything we lost
pouring the delicious liquid to the brim of the history
I just made while sitting on the couch watching the birds chirp.
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Mrs. Childs
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A Cook Cooking Day
by Jeremiah B.
My friend’s grandmother made
Mexican Sweet Corn and what was on it
was corn in a cup
and the corn had mayo, butter, spicy-pepper
and cheese.
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The T-Cakes
by Danel J.
The t-cakes are so
good they make me
want to dance they are
the best thing I ever had
but they are too small
they are bite-sized for me
it looks like cornbread but
way better it’s super
good when they’re hot
it’s not as good if you save it
for later but it is still
sweet but not as sweet.
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The Dead Fishy
by Julian T.
One day I’m in the kitchen
and I see a fish
I say oh yeah, some fish tonight?
I ask if I can cook it
with my mom she says yeah
so I get the fish
it feels like sharp marbles
and I put him on the grill
I look at it the fish stares
dead in my eye then
it’s ready I look for my brother
I can’t find him I waited in his room
then I remember the fish was
trying to talk to me and I remember
my brother working on a potion
to make people into animals
and I thought he was the fish.
