Thursday, September 24th, 2009...4:10 am

Sense Poem by Maisie

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                         Sense Poem

I see the mountains standing tall,

The trees swaying like a swing,

The blue, clear sky,

The children running rapidly on the sandy, dusty road,

 

I hear the birds singing and squawking,

The children talking and laughing,

The water trickling from the tap,

The parents talking to one another,

 

I smell the sand mixed with the dry mud,

The flowers smell of perfume,

The dust tickling my nose,

 

I touch the bucket hard and square,

The water warm on my skin,

The sandy road rough and dry,

The sun roasting hot burning on my skin,

 

I taste the warm water,

The dust floating to my mouth,

The water warm but refreshing.

 

 

 

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