Orange poem by Sophie

Orange is the colour of Autumn.

Orange is the colour of a burning hot fire.

Orange is a freshly grown pumpkin.

Orange is a bright new whistle.

Orange tastes like a juicy fresh orange.

Orange smells like freshly squeezed orange juice.

Orange sounds like a rooster waking you up.

Orange feels like getting cut by new orange scissors.

Orange looks like a leaf that has fallen of a bold tree in Autumn.

 

BY SOPHIE