Friday, November 16, 2012

Poetry Friday -- YAM



YAM
by David Guernsey

The potato that ate all its carrots,
can see in the dark like a mole,


(the whole poem is at The Poetry Foundation)



I don't know about you, but my favorite part of Thanksgiving is the side dishes. Yams? Green bean casserole? Mom's cranberry jello salad? BRING THEM ON!!

Happy Thanksgiving a week early! See you back here next week for the roundup. This week, head on over to Anastasia's Booktalking blog.



9 comments:

  1. I yam crazy about that poem, and side dishes! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours :).

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  2. I yam too. Though down here in Georgia, we call them "sweet potatoes," as we love lots of syllables in anything. Happy Thanksgiving!

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  3. Yum, yum, or should I say, yams, yams!

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  4. Yummy yams which make me think of big Thanksgiving dinners with my grandmother so I have warm fuzzies times two. Thank you!

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  5. Me too, but especially the yams, with cranberries, Mary Lee. When I read such a clever poem, I am in awe, wondering why I'm even bothering. Thank you for discovering and sharing.

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  6. Never been a fan of Thanksgiving food, and yams shall never pass these lips. But I do appreciate that there is a poem about them because...why not?! :)

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  7. Just thinking about the sprawling table of side dishes makes me weak in the knees for next week! Oh how I love all the choices and leftovers too. Yams, such a versatile root. Love them baked, mashed or fried! Long live the yam!

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  8. What a wonderful yam poem!

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  9. I'm with you, Mary Lee. Side dishes are what makes the turkey a Thanksgiving turkey. This poem reminds me to think about the things we eat and where they come from.

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