Room 12 have been writing Emotion poems. We will be sharing them with you in the next few weeks here is our first one.
Worry
Worry is white like the flat clouds
It tastes like watery soup
It smells like dirty socks in your closet
It looks like the ground after an earthquake
It sounds like the screaming of a ghost
It feels like sharp teeth cutting fish
By Elijah
Hi Elija
ReplyDeleteI like your poem it is very cool and my favorite part was when you wrote worry is white like the flat clouds and that was my best part out of your poem By the way you did a really great job and I think your one is the best so far to me.
From Roquia at Stonefields school