This is the Moment
Here is a poem that is called a "this is the Moment" poem.
Right now I am in room 2 in the back of the room with 3 of my friends.
I see 24 people, 3 of who are AmericanGirl, Taryn and Violet.
I see people on the computer.I also see people working on poems, like me.
I hear people talking, calling each others names.
I smell nothing but air that has been polluted by fifht graders.
I taste taco meat left over from lunch.
I can feel the wind blowing through the open door.