Yesterday room 16 published some 'senses' poems on the computers in the library. Here are some of them.
The Football Match
Thousands of fans pack the stadium,
My teammates yell for the ball and our fans scream louder,
Nervousness creeps over me and I start to panic,
I taste the moist air,
The scent of the freshly mown grass fills my nostrils
And I pass the ball.
By Oskar
The sand in between my toes as
I run along the beach.
A big boat
in the distance.
CRASH, BANG the waves
Hit the rocks.
Dad is making burgers
On the bbq.
The taste of dad’s
Burgers are the best.
By Daize
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