I AM WILBUR

 

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Our Grade 2 Poems about Wilbur the pig from the story, Charlottes Web

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I AM WILBUR Our Grade 2 I am Wilbur Poems

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I am Wilbur. I wonder whether I’ll see the snows of winter I hear Templeton chewing happily I see Charlotte weaving another word in her web I want to run away I am Wilbur. I pretend that I’m in Fern’s arms I feel terrified of death I touch my manure pile I worry that I’ll die I cry to myself I am Wilbur. I understand that I might be Christmas dinner I say to myself Charlotte will not let me die I dream of when I was only a piglet and had nothing to be scared of I try to forget about the smoke house I hope I live a good long life I am Wilbur. By Penelope

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I am Wilbur. I wonder if I will win first prize in the country fair against uncle. I hear the geese squabbling. I see Charlotte’s web. I want to live. I am Wilbur. I pretend I am a spider. I feel happy about me winning first prize. I touch my soft straw. I worry that I will die. I cry about Charlotte dying. I am Wilbur. I understand Charlotte has died. I say to the old pig I am sad. I dream that charlotte is still alive. I try to cry. I hope I do not die of crying. I am Wilbur. By Nicholas

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I am Wilbur. I wonder if I get second place in the country fair. I hear the goose babbling. I see the beautiful trees. I want to see the world. I am Wilbur. I pretend to be a spider. I feel the wind rustle through my hair. I touch the manure and the straw. I worry I will get killed. I cry when Charlotte dies. I am Wilbur. I understand that I can’t spin a web. I say to myself I won’t let Charlotte die. I dream of winning the country fair. I try to make myself proud. I hope I never die. I am Wilbur. By William

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I am Wilbur. I wonder If Charlotte’s plan will work I hear sparrows chirping above my head I see Templeton scuttling around I want to live I am Wilbur. I pretend I am a spider I feel manure I touch food scraps I worry I will die! I cry; Charlotte is dead I am Wilbur. I understand I have to go to the fair I say I don’t want to die I dream I am in first place I try to be a spider I hope I live I am Wilbur. By Iggy

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I am Wilbur I wonder if I will live long enough to see the fall? I hear twittering birds. I see the cherry tree. I want to have a friend. I am Wilbur. I pretend I can see Charlotte’s cousin floating away with a hot air balloon made of silk. I feel my warm, soft manure pile. I touch some loose straw I worry that the rotten egg will break I cry but no one hears me. I am Wilbur I understand that Charlotte has to die. I say, “Fern come here” I dream that I am famous. I try not to cry when I leave Charlotte. I hope Charlotte’s plan works. I am Wilbur. By Claudia

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I am Wilbur. I wonder if Charlotte will spell “Terrific” correctly I hear the wheat being harvested I see Fern running towards the house I want to roam free in the meadow for just an hour or two I am Wilbur. I pretend I am a spider weaving my web I feel the soft buttermilk against my skin I touch the slops; I don’t feel that hungry I worry about the goose talking too much and too fast I cry for everyone to wake up but no one hears me I am Wilbur. I understand what my friends mean by “I am big hearted” I say to Templeton he can have my slops I dream none of this happened I try to think happy thoughts I hope it will work I am Wilbur. By Esther

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I am Wilbur I wonder if I will see the snow I hear a noise from the animals in the barn I see the spider eggs hatch I want to be free I am Wilbur. I pretend I am someone else I feel the egg sack on my tongue I touch the snow for the first time I worry that Charlotte will die I cry when I think of Charlotte I am Wilbur. I understand you have to die I say I miss you Charlotte I dream of spinning a web I try to be brave I hope to see your children I am Wilbur. By Madeleine

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I am Wilbur I wonder if Wilbur will get to see the snow. I hear the trees swaying in the spring time. I see the bus about to leave. I want to be happy and nice to other people I am Wilbur. I pretend to make a web I feel the wind pushing me back and I can’t say good bye to my owner I touch the wet grass on the ground I worry that I might lose the prize I cry because you need to die I am Wilbur. I understand that you need to leave me I say that I can spin a web but I can’t I dream to be “some pig” I try to smile all the time I hope that I will win the prize I am Wilbur. By Ines

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I am Wilbur I wonder what is happening in the world I hear Templeton scoffing on some food I see Charlotte on her web I want Fern I am Wilbur. I pretend to be a spider weaving its web I feel the tingly tastiness of the slops on my tongue I touch the wood of the barn I worry I am going to die I cry when I think that all Charlotte’s babies have left me alone I am Wilbur. I understand I am going to die I say Charlotte, what are you going to do to save my life? I dream that Charlotte didn’t die I try to help Charlotte feel better I hope that Charlotte’s babies grow up to be just like Charlotte I am Wilbur. By Vincent

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I am Wilbur. I wonder if I’ll get eaten I hear someone chopping I see a goose I am Wilbur. I pretend to play dead I feel like I’m going to faint I worry that I’ll be eaten I cry because I think I don’t exist I am Wilbur. I understand that I may get eaten I say I hope Charlotte’s plan works I dream I won first prize at the fair I try to laugh I hope I don’t get eaten I am Wilbur. By Spike

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I am Wilbur. I wonder if I will see the snow of winter? I hear the whooshing of the trees. I see the snow. I want Fern! I am Wilbur. I pretend to faint. I feel the cold snow. I touch my manure pile. I worry if I be Christmas dinner. I cry when Charlotte dies. I am Wilbur. I understand you need rest Charlotte I say to myself “Charlotte will help me” I dream happily that I am in Fern hands. I try to help Charlotte. I hope Charlotte’s plan works I am Wilbur. By James

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I am Wilbur. I wonder if I’m going to see the winter snow I hear Templeton eating I see some mud to play in I want to be free I am Wilbur. I pretend to be a spider I feel happy I touch a spider web I worry that I’m going to die I cry that Charlotte has died I am Wilbur. I understand about life now I say I will live I dream of being a happy pig I try to not cry I hope I’m not Christmas meat I am Wilbur. By Vincenzo

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We hope you enjoyed these wonderful poems!

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