Favorite Piece

My favorite piece of work of the first semester was my place poem. It is about Christmas at my Grandpa’s house and all the festivities and activities that occur during Christmas there. I think that it is my favorite because of how it is written. I think that I described it so vividly; it is almost like you are there with us. When I started it wasn’t very good, but as I started to think about what it was really like at my Grandpa’s at Christmas the poem started to come together. For example, instead of, the tree had a lot of ornaments; I changes it up and said:
The tree is a night sky filled with twinkling lights.
Santa ornaments peek out from all the limbs,
Skinny and fat, rosy-cheeked and smiling,

Just by adding a few adjectives it made the poem much more detailed. When I was trying to write the poem I got the idea for this poem I knew I needed to write about a place that I could describe vividly and that could paint a picture in your mind. Instead of doing something like my bedroom or my home I went out of the box. I thought of my Grandpa’s and liked that idea and then went a little further and did The Festival of Christmas at Grandpa’s!


The Festival of Christmas at Grandpa’s

Christmas at Grandpa’s is as festive as the North Pole,
It’s like something out of a storybook!
Warmth and love wrap around me like a hug.
The house is an evergreen forest, smelling like pine,
The fireplace melts away the chill of outside.
The tree is a night sky filled with twinkling lights,
Santa ornaments peek out from all the limbs,
Skinny and fat, rosy-cheeked and smiling,
A plethora of presents wait to be discovered.
But first, the festival of feasts fills the family,
We gather around the table, saying a blessing,
Sweet spiral ham, toasty bread, buttery potatoes, thick gravy, homemade stuffing, summer corn, fresh apple pie.
Laughter and stories spread like the blanket of snow outside,
Joyous Christmas music peacefully floats in the background.
Wish lists are fulfilled with presents galore,
Sleep lulls us from the exciting day,
We nestle into soft blankets, dreaming of next Christmas at Grandpa’s.