Mrs. Thomas Poetry Battle
My dreams are as lovey as pretty flowers in Spring
My dreams are as pretty as butterflies flying through the sky
My dreams are as soft as pillows
My dream of going to Mexico is like the possibilities of climbing a 1,000,000,000 mile high mountain.
The dream of falling on your bed is like falling into a volcano
My dreams are gloomy like happily hiking rain in the forest than with a bear that would totally eat you
My dreams are blank as an untouched piece of paper
My dreams can’t be catched like a loose butterfly flying
My dreams are black and white like an old show in the 50’s