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Poetry from Horace
Porter School |
Red...
like a cardinal,
a rippling flag,
a leaf falling off a tree,
bricks on my school.
Red sounds like my dad when he's mad,
like an exploding bomb,
like people crying.
It tastes like fire,
a rose petal,
a backpack or robin feathers.
It boils like lava.
Red smells like a chili pepper, like apples, like magma.
If red could it would cause pain,
it would meltdown, it would steam.
Red would take over the world.
4th grade
Horace Porter School |
| Red...
like a lucky ladybug,
a maple leaf turning colors in the fall.
Red sounds like a fireworks finale,
like the QUIET sign,
like a record scratching,
an electric guitar.
Red tastes sweet like my Mom,
disgusting like a rose petal,
hot like fire.
Red smells like smoke, like ashes, like coal.
If red could
it would squiggle,
it would paint a pony.
Red would color the world.
Mrs. Traber's 4th grade class
Horace Porter School |
Blue...
like the ocean, the sky, my eyes.
Blue like rain.
Blue sounds like the wind or a wave or a tweet.
It feels fluffy like my cat's tail,
icy cold like an icicle,
hard like the recycle bin.
Blue tastes tart like laundry detergent,
cotton candy,
hot blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream.
If blue could it would surf the waves,
it would be Waterboy.
Like a sweater, it would keep you warm.
by Miss Bedard's 4th grade class
Horace Porter School |
Happy is yellow like a
smiley face,
neon pink like a highlighter,
maroon like fall mums.
It happens when I'm tickled,
when some compliments me,
when I get an A.
It tastes like a hot fudge sundae
and smells like fresh picked roses.
Joyful...
Mrs. Traber's 4th grade class
Horace Porter School |
Fall
Fall is orange like a pumpkin,
like leaves,
like ticks in the grass.
It sounds like leaves being brushed by the wind,
like chipmunks running up a tree.
It smells like a pumpkin pie,
like apple cider
and tastes like honey, like pumpkin seeds,
like a plum.
by Emily |
Who I Am...
I am the quiet sound of the wind
on a sunny morning.
I feel sad when someone is alone.
I am the comforting feeling of a soft bed.
I wish my grandma and her puppy would live in my house.
I am thankful for my family
and everyone and everything in the world.
I am happy when I see my dog after school.
I am scared when I'm in the dark.
I am bright as the sun.
I am the sound of sweet music.
by John |
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