Friday 20 March 2015

My colour poem on red

Red is the colour of a pretty red rose blowing in the summery wind 

Red is the feeling of the hot burning lava bursting from the volcano 

Red is the taste of the of a juice strawberry dripping off my chin 

Red is the sound of an explosion bursting out of my ears 

Red is the colour of a red little poppy that represents 
the soldiers. 


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6 comments:

  1. Unknown30 March 2015 at 15:36

    Hi yana
    I really liked your piece of writing it was described really well.
    I also liked that you made your writing interesting.

    From Paris 😛

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  3. Unknown1 April 2015 at 09:46

    Hi Yana

    I like your writing and you described it really well and made it interesting

    From Haylee

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  4. Unknown1 April 2015 at 10:03

    hi good work cool back ground by the way

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  5. Unknown23 April 2015 at 10:17

    Amazing poem Yana I like reeding it. Bye

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  6. Anonymous9 June 2015 at 19:12

    Hi Yana
    Well done! Yana awesome poem my favourite sentence is red is the colour of a little red poppy that represents the soldiers. :)
    From Uncle Gary.

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