Red Colour Poem

                             Red,

Red is the strawberries that make my tastebuds fly,

Red is the cherries that make lovely pie.

Red is the fire that burns houses down,

Red is the lava that spreads through the town.

Red is the ruby’s which Birthstone is July,

Red is the blood that makes us cry.

I love red because

it’s the colour of the delicious strawberries.