Poetry

Blue
By Julia A. Keirns

Blue is the color of many things.
The sky up above
A blue jay with wings.
My mom says I’m blue
When I’m feeling sad.
A bruise can be blue
And hurts really bad.
The ocean is blue
And so is the sea.
Crayons and markers
What else can there be?

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Storybird review – Awesome work! I love the different ideas you came up with for poems, and that you ended with asking your reader their thoughts. Nice rhymes too! Reviewed by SkyBluePurple

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