yellow is the sun sizzling on me on a hot summers day. yellow is the taste of slipping down my throat. yellow is the smell smell of bubble lemonade fizzing in the air.
I can hear the yellow hot burning sun sizzling the brown grass.
Hi Jayden I like your poem and I like how you described yellow slipping down your throat and when I went to Fiji you could se the sun all day and it was still hot at night
Hi Jayden, Great job on your poem. When you are talking about Yellow it reminds me of when I went to Fiji. Over there you could the sun pretty much all day and it was sizzling hot. Even when it was nighttime it was really hot. Keep up the good work.
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ReplyDeletei like your poem it reminds me about summer not in our class
ReplyDeletehi jayden what a great poem i really like it well done
ReplyDeletehello jayden the colour yellow reminds me about my poppa :]:]
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ReplyDeletegreat work jayden i wish the yellow sun could sizzle on me on a summers day. You put in a lot of effort keep the work up.
ReplyDeleteHi Jayden really good yellow reminds me of banana fruit burst.
ReplyDeleteHi Jayden
ReplyDeleteI like your poem and I like how you described yellow slipping down your throat
and when I went to Fiji you could se the sun all day and it was still hot at night
Hi Jayden,
ReplyDeleteGreat job on your poem. When you are talking about Yellow it reminds me of when I went to Fiji. Over there you could the sun pretty much all day and it was sizzling hot. Even when it was nighttime it was really hot. Keep up the good work.