Sixth graders at P.S./M.S. 279, Bronx wrote poems asking the question, “What if?”
What if the the floor turned into red hot lava?
My mom would hop like a kangaroo.
What if people could come back from the dead?
My coucin would react with a yelp! like a running white cat.
What if the sea had a volcano that exploded and flooded the whole world?
My friend Jose would swim to safety like a water snake through the smell of dead fish
