The turkey sits amoung the leaves,
With broens and yellows, and as the turkey percieves,
It blends right in.
The hunter croughes behind the tree,
Careful, so the turkey won't see.
He's invisible.
The hunter carefully draws the bow,
The turkey sits still, he doesn't know,
He's the hunted.
The hunter slowly takes a step back,
As he aims, he hears a snap.
Wings flap, voices curse, arrows thwack,
The turkey got away.
A poem about how I think my dad's turkey hunting expedition in the backyard might go. I don't think the second line goes quite right. If you have a better word than 'percieves' please tell me.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great vision of turkey hunting!
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I really like the first part. Maybe you should make it a little clearer though. I'm glad the turkey got away.
ReplyDeleteThat is a really good poem. I love the strong voice and vocabulary. I agree with Claire, I'm glad the turkey got away.
ReplyDeleteI like the rhyming. It adds a cool dimension to the poem.
ReplyDeleteI also like the rhyming, it makes the poem flow well. Great Job.
ReplyDeleteI really like the rhyming in the poem! It's very well written. I like that there was a story that inspired you to do this poem!
ReplyDeleteCool poem, but if that was me that turkey would've been dinner.
ReplyDeleteYeah but if it was you, Derek, Pablo the unicorn would be hunting the turkey with shaving cream or something.
ReplyDeleteHaha, that's funny and kind of true, sorry Derek. I think it's a good thing that it got away, it makes the poem a lot more happy than something dying.
ReplyDeleteThat's EXACTLY why I let the turkey get away. That's how my mom feels, too. We have a groundhog under our deck, and my mom won't let my dad shoot it even though he really wants to. She calls him her "speckle-tailed, butterfly chasing groundhog".
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