Tuesday, May 17, 2011


Pook's turn. The fourth grade has been writing a lot of poetry recently.

Crimson is exciting.
Crimson is lava.
Crimson is strong.
Crimson smells like peppermint.
Crimson tastes like pie.
Crimson sounds like bird calls.
Crimson looks like fire.
Crimson feels like heat.
Crimson makes me want to run.
Crimson is powerful.

Spring is green.
It tastes like ice cream.
It sounds like birds chirping.
It smells like flowers.
It looks like baseball.
It makes me feel cheerful.

The Bugs
The bugs buzz around
They run all of their errands
And then they go home.


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