Krebs' Class Blogs

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

April 26, 2019
by 26b23sara

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.


April 20, 2019
by 26b04alya
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color poem by Alya

What is blue?

Blue is the wide big sky.

Blue is the smell of the flowers and wonderful high trees.

Blue is the sight of a sky never fallen with clouds.

Blue is the taste of victory when winning a game.

Blue is the sound of birds tweeting and migrating from place to place.

Blue is the touch of trees and rough logs with flowers over your head.

The age of blue is as old as an old man that had died many centuries ago.

Blue move like clouds moving without knowing it.

Blue is the sky.

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