Monday, January 31, 2011

Secret Place Poem

I see trees filled with bright orange objects with temptation also many clouds above me,
I smell bushes that have a nice scent to them,
I taste a tangy and tiny fruit with sparkling flakes,
I hear chirping above the field of hope,
I feel a sharp thick object below me.
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  1. Ms. PriesterJanuary 31, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    I really like that you combined the taste of "tangy" with the image of "sparking flakes."

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  2. ShauriceJanuary 31, 2011 at 12:09 PM

    Where is your secret place?

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  3. JenniFebruary 1, 2011 at 6:52 PM

    Woah where is this place? Nice work I like your dericptions!

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