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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  1. 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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