Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Pride by Thomas

Pride is the colour of a shiny gold medal.
It tastes like a royal meal in your honour,
And smells like a bunch of roses freshly picked just for you.
Pride looks like a rock of gold among a heap of frozen gravel.
It sounds like a crowd of people cheering your name over and over again.
What a wonderful thing, pride.

1 comment:

  1. Mrs Devcich, Tirimoana SchoolFriday, November 04, 2011

    Thomas I hope you are proud our group read your poem.

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