Our many days of color By Caleb
The many different days I change colors. Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm sad.
When it is a pink day it reminds me of flamingos.
Sometimes I feel lonely on gray days.
Then comes a purple day. I feel as sleepy as an owl.
I love my days of color. I hope you do too.
I don't know what grade Caleb was when he wrote this, but I really like it. I don't know if it was an original poem. But I am sure he did the pictures, and the use of color is great.