Krebs' Class Blogs

Constructing, creating, communicating, collaborating, and thinking critically in grade 5.

color poem by sarah


                                 What is Black?


Black is night, space and light.

Black is the smell of crazy flight.

Black is the taste of a dead heart.

Black is the sound of a scratching door in a scary house.

Black is the touch of a bloody moving hand.

The age of Black is an old man who died.

Black moves like a pilot flag.

Black is the end of our life.


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