My+Best+Poem

Here is my best poem and the rest of period 7's best poem.



Right of the plane I knew it was going to be different Warm, thick, humidity filled the air like i've just been placed in an oven. But im not love'n it so far, its not up to par, with the nice weather of Ventura.

Like melted bubblegum it sticks to you Even though its only 80 degrees, it feels like its 100. Even a soft breeze is present but all you feel is the humidity.

As I look at the smokey grey clouds of downtown, I see 3 rivers form a fork shape around the city. Above these rivers are many bridges that connect the city to the rolling green lusious hills that surround the city and the 3 rivers.