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Julian Curtiss School
2nd Grade Poets |
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Red...
like
roses, red lava, your heart on fire.
It sounds like a popping balloon
varoom, varoom, varoom
chirp, chirp, chirp
a heartbeat, beat, beat.
Red smells like cherry coke, a volcano erupting, soft clay, blood.
It tastes like fresh-picked strawberries on cherry ice cream.
It feels like sticky bubblegum, a potatohead, a heart in your hand.
If red could
it would mix with blue to make purple to draw a picture of a dragon.
It would do double back flips,
drive a convertible
and make a rainbow over the world.
Red...
Miss Tenner's 2nd grade class / Julian Curtiss School, Greenwich, CT |
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White...
like paper, white onions, white clouds and clowns,
the first snowflake of winter,
my grandma's hair.
It sounds like scratching on a chalkboard,
an angry elephant, a crashing car,
a splash in the wind.
White smells like roses and daisies,
the first day of Spring.
It feels soft like clouds,
itchy like a new shirt.
White would live in a landfill,
ride on a rollercoaster.
White would go to school.
White...
Ms Feld's 2nd grade class / Julian Curtiss School, Greenwich, CT |
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Blue...
like the sky,
blue blocks, blue socks,
blue salty tears.
It sounds like a popping balloon,
waves crashing on rocks,
trees rustling in the wind,
pshoo, pshoo, pshoo...
Blue smells like clean dog fur, wet paint, lilacs and roses,
fresh-picked blueberries in a pie.
Blue would make a picture,
it would play football or basketball.
Blue could fly anywhere it wanted to.
Blue...
Miss Brown's 2nd grade class / Julian Curtiss School, Greenwich, CT |
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