Big Tomato Poem by Suzanna Chevalier

When I was about five,

I thought tornados came alive.

Alive into a big tomato with legs,

walking up the hill to where I lived.

Waiting anxiously outside my front door,

I was afraid but wanted to see more.

I imagined a big gigantic tomato coming up the street,

I thought it be cool and thought it be neat to see.

Wind starting blowing and sky became still,

the birds disappeared, I began to feel chills.

I imagined Big Tomatoes footsteps going boom, boom, boom,

my family hid in the basement in the family room.

Sleeping downstairs was fun for me,

we were all together as a family.

Now Big Tomato never did come,

but I have fond memories of a night of fun.

Written by Christina Sunrise on May 25,2011