My name is Mal Federle and I'm 12 almost 13 yrs old. I'm from Ohio. Here is my poem:


If fear was a color,
It would be black.
As black as a dark hole.
If fear was a sound,
It would be like moaning ghosts,
lingering around in the dark night.
If fear was a feeling,
It would be as horrifying as walking in the dark woods without a flashlight.
If fear was a smell,
It would be as evil-smelling as vinegar.
If fear was a taste,
It would be a bitter as an unripened persimmon.

Copyright 2003 by Mal Federle