Colour Poem
Red is a traffic light telling us to stop
Red is like burning fire
Red is a shiny apple
Red is like a lovely rose
Red is like my mum's curly hair
by Blake

2 comments:

Omanu 14 said...

Blake I thought you used really exciting vocab Mrs M

June 23, 2009 at 8:54 PM
Anonymous said...

I like your poem Blake you are great at doing poems from Zoe

August 11, 2009 at 10:34 PM

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