Monday, 21 November 2016

Red poem

Red Poem
Red the colour of flowers on the top of a hill making the whole town smell nice.
Red the colour of blood when you fall of your scooter and hurt your knee.
The colour of a fire truck rushing down the street with all its lights flashing to get to a fire.
The colour of a fresh strawberry getting bit into with the yum juice filling your mouth making your taste buds go crazy.
Red, lots of ways to describe it from light to dark from happiness to sadness.
Red

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