The Turkey Dance

I give a little hop,
To the left and the right,
Then flap my wings.
With all my might.
I lift my chin,
And gobble really loud,
Then fluff my feathers,
To show I'm really proud.
I wiggle my bottom,
And prance, prance, prance,
'Cause that's how I do,
My little turkey dance.

—Marie E. Cecchini

The Pilgrim Children

The Pilgrim children,
Long ago,
Learned to live
With dark and snow.
They lived in cabins,
Slept in cold
When nights were long
And winds blew bold.
But all of them
Were glad, I'd say,
To have that first
Thanksgiving Day.
And when they went
To bed that night
I'd guess their dreams
Were warm and bright.

—Leland B. Jacobs

Soaring Eagles

The bald eagle is a powerful bird
With broad wings that help him soar high.
He likes to dive down, then roll in the air
Like a plane doing tricks in the sky.

A bald eagle's head is very large
It's covered with feathers too.
His eyes are found on both sides of his head
But he still can look straight at you.

The bald eagle has a hooked yellow beak
It's sharp and incredibly long.
He uses it to tear up his food
The eagle's beak is very strong.

—Deborah Garmon

Who Needs Good Health Habits?

I didn't eat my breakfast,
And I traded all my lunch.
(For a sandwich and banana
I got candy bars to munch!)
I went outside at recess,
And watched my class play ball.
(I didn't feel like running
Or doing much at all.)
I stayed up really late last night
And didn't get much rest.
(But I don't need sleep anyway—
I'm always at my best!)
I told my mom I'd brushed my teeth,
But really, I had not.
(It's easier to fake it
Or to say that I forgot.)
And washing—ugh!—I almost did
But I ran out of time.
(I'd rather skip that any day—
I look my best in grime.)
My classmates say I'm silly
And that I'll get sick one day.
(I say I'm feeling fine right now,
And won't I stay that way?)

November Poems