Blue is the sky, blue is the sea.
Blue is a bluebird that is on me.
A blue ladybird in the sky,
That I could imagine in my eye.
I can feel blue raindrops falling from the sky.
By Holly
Blue flowers soft as a cat’s fur.
I can see the bright blue sky.
Blue ink leaking out of my pen.
My blue t-shirt soft and thick.
Blue cars zooming on the road.
By Tyler
Blue is like waves crashing over my feet. I can smell the salty
tang.
Blue is like paint that smudges over my page.
I can smell the blue flowers.
Blue is like the sky, I can taste the mist.
Blue is my family’s eye colour.
I lay on the grass as I gaze at the blue sky.
By Tom
Beautiful thin plants surround the school.
Velvety soft wool warms me in bed.
Lazy indigo eyes flash through the world.
Dark water flows slowly here and there.
The cold, refreshing night sky overs the world at the end of the
day.
By Sophie J.
The blue salt sea crashes on the shore.
Blue smells travel up my nose.
The songs that blue sings, float through the air.
Blue sky follows me everywhere.
I jump in the blue wavy pool.
Blue water I can see everywhere.
Olivia
Brown is like chocolate, sweet and tasty in my mouth.
Mud is sticky and slimy.
Brown mud slips through my toes on a cold winter’s day.
Dirt smells like freshly dug mud.
Brown bark peels off the trees when my hand touches it.
The brown bird tweets in the warm summer’s breeze.
By Luca.
I feel brown gooey mud slipping into my toes.
Splatting on my clothes.
I smell the strong smell of brown mud oozing up my nose.
I hear brown shiny cows splash, splashing in the mud.
I see the mud wobbling like brown jelly.
I’m touching chocolate cow’s fur, burning in between my fingers.
Arna W
I can see red pens zoom past the page.
I feel the soggy red blood dry up.
I can smell smoke from fire.
The ambulance’s red light pops my eyes out when it passes.
I feel worried when people get hurt.
By Alec T
I hear blue waves crash against the sand.
I smell fresh blue buds as they flutter in the breeze.
I see the beautiful blue sky.
I taste blueberries as they slip down my throat.
I feel happy around blue.
By Bridget.
I see the black, shimmering stallion in the meadow.
I’m touching a black, huge pig.
An old black cow has died, with blood oozing out.
Black, gooey paua slides into my mouth.
The sound of the blackbird talking away.
I feel the black sky trying to take me away.
By Molly H.
I smell the fizzy sweet Fanta.
I peel a juicy orange.
Orange Fanta bursts into my mouth.
The sun shines orange when it sinks below the hill.
By Henry S
My feet shiver when they touch the soft, cold, green grass.
The stag on the dewy, green grass, he got the bullet. It dropped
in pain onto the green, stick leaves.
The green branches crash down in the wild wind.
As I fall over I face plant and smell the green, blossomy grass.
By Dougal R
Pink is the colour of my sheets.
I smell pink flowers.
Pink skies make me smile.
I hear pink pigs oinking.
Pink fireworks make me excited.
By Gemma.
Purple plums getting gobbled up, they taste nice.
Juice dribbling down my chin, soft and slimy on my face.
I hear a BIG crunch.
Purple looks like blossoms twirling in the wind.
By Felicity.
Red
Red looks like roses growing up high.
Red smells like sweets slowly drifting across my nose.
I hear the siren that makes red noise.
I taste red strawberries that burst.
Red feels rubbery on the end of my red pencil.
By Emiley.
Red
The hot chilli tastes red.
See the red truck zooming past.
See the red paint rolling across the floor.
Smell smoke from the fire.
Hear the red siren.
By George
Soft buttercups slip under my feet, below the cold, morning,
yellow sunlight.
Yellow buttercups dance round in the whistling wind.
The yellow smell of sweet butter being swept onto a piece of
bread.
I hear birds singing in the light yellow wind and glowing sun.
Sour yellow lemons send shivers up my spine, like a spider
crawling up and around my back.
By Kate.
Soft, white, cotton candy clouds.
Sheep making noisy sounds under the clouds covering the sky.
White books. “Oh, my lunch,” Zeta says as she nibbles at the
page!
Noisy water dripping off the white roof, like a ball rolling of at full
speed.
Learning covering all the walls at school.
Sticky, gooey, mashed potato on my plate. “YUCK!”
By Hester.
Black
The black bulls head butt, running towards each other. Who is
the strongest?
I see the black puppy’s head. It is soft and super smooth.
I smell Dad’s black shoe polish as he gets ready to travel to
England.
The burnt, black toast tasted yuk.
I hear the black Tui squeaking in its nest.
By Jamie.
The blue sea slaps on to my tiny feet.
The sea runs up and down.
Flowers swish as I smell them.
I hear the bluebirds tweet, tweet, tweet.
I taste the salty water. Yuck!
By Meg.
The blue tweeting bird sings in my ear.
I can smell the blue flowers in the garden.
The blue salty water whooshes over me.
I can taste the blue blueberries in my mouth.
I can see the blue sky.
By Georgina.
The green grass tickles my toes.
Green willow tree leaves are waving as you walk past.
Green leaves scattered across the paddock.
Green grass tastes like lettuce.
Leaves sound like they are clapping.
By Angus P
The soft green grass tickles your feet.
Green smells like creamy soft grass.
Green grass blows in the wind like birds flying in the sky.
Green words on a green book.
Green trees swaying in the wind.
Green frogs jumping around.
By Zella.