Blue is sad,
something like mad or bad,
but always experienced.
Blue is cold,
a shivering feeling,black
usually when you’re scared or experiencing death.
Blue is scared,
a fearful thing to experience.
It happens to everyone.
Blue is water,
a very gentle thing,
but at the same time black
drowning and killing.
Blue is death,
you never know when it’s coming.
All you can describe it as is
blue
or nothing but cold.
by Javier, 5th grade
Cloverleaf Elementary School
Clare
Wow! I am so moved by the depth and feeling of this poem, and Javier, you are an incredible poet.