Wednesday 22 December 2010

a special Christmas post

Hi everybody,
Here's a quick and easy Christmas lesson. It was suggested to me by a teacher in London, Mike Harrison. It's a short poem looking at Christmas from a new angle - that of Turkeys. Here's a link to the poem on the BBC website. The poem is called Talking Turkeys. (By the way, did you know that it's traditional to eat turkeys for lunch at Christmas in the UK?) You can read the poem there and hear the poet, Ben Zephariah,  reading his poem too. 

Or you can click on the link below and watch him perform it live. 







Or here's another version that Mike showed me, which is great fun as well. You can hear the poem and read it, line by line at the same time. Let me know which you like best!



OK, so that's the last class for this year. Hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think of it in the comments.

I hope you all have a great holiday, a very merry Christmas and a wonderful new year. See you back on the blog in 2011!

4 comments:

  1. Very funny the poem, specially the way that Benjamin Zephaniah performs it. I know that's common in England and all the anglo-saxon countries to eat turkeys at Christmas. At home I normally eat turkey every years but maybe not in the same way than in England, the turkey stuffing is diferent. It normally comes prepared from the batchery but in the past my family used to buy the turkey alive. At home is usually to eat roast lamb at Christmas as well.

    Fernando

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  2. Poor turkeys!, millions of them are eaten every year for Thanksgiving or Christmas.
    When I was a child my grandmother used to buy a live turkey every year at Christmas. She killed and plucked it. I don´t remember how she cooked the turkey but I remember the poor turkey pecking around my grandparents' farmyard without knowing its sad ending.

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  3. Hi Mercedes!
    Reminds me of when I lived in a little mountain village in Italy. Most families kept a pig at the end of the garden. One day I heard what sounded like a human scream for our neighbour's yard. I rushed out to see what was happening. The pig had been caught, and two old women were advancing towards it holding an enormous knife - they hadn't done anything to the pig yet, but it knew what was going to happen - or it could at least sense that something horrible was about to happen - the screaming was so loud and so disturbing I had to leave the flat and go for a walk to get away from it! Mind you, it didn't put me off ham and sausages and pork ... ;)
    Going to go and visit your post now,
    Ceri

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  4. The strange is that almost no one thinks from that point o view, the most people eat turkey at Christmas.
    My family used to cook a stuffed turkey or chicken, but we used to buy at central market. The turkey was already dead and pluked.
    Bye
    Paco

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