My Senses Poem                   By Alex Hart

I like to watch,

the sea crashing on the rocks,

the clouds slowly going by,

the flag swishing in the wind.

I like to listen to,

my cat scraching on the carpet,

the tweeting songs of the birds outside,

the swishing sound of the loud dishwasher.

I like the smell of hot home made bread out of the oven,

of new shampoo,

the fresh smell of lovely daffdolls.

I like the taste

of home made bread fresh out of the oven,

sweet taste of  lollies,

melted chocolate in my mouth.

I  like to feel 

the warm fur on my cats back,

the crunching feel of leaves,

and the freezing ice on cold mornings.

My Senses Poem        by Zara Campbell

I like to watch

the different shaped clouds floating by,

Nana making me an ice cream,

Mum typing very fast on her work computer,

I like to listen to

the beautiful birds singing,

Daisy`s growly bark,                                                                                   

the huge waves crashing against the big rocks,

I like the smell of

my nana`s medium sized kitchen just after she has finished baking,

new spring daffidols,

dad`s smellie,

I like the taste of

the sour lemon fresh from the green tree,

my mum`s berry and mango smothie,

The sweet chocolate cake straight from the warm oven,

I like to feel

Daisy`s fluffy white fur,

the hard cover of a book,

the cold wind going through my hair.

My Senses Poem        by Zara Campbell

I like to watch

the different shaped clouds floating by,

Nana making me an ice cream,

Mum typing very fast on her work computer,

I like to listen to

the beautiful birds singing,

Daisy`s growly bark,                                                                                   

the huge waves crashing against the big rocks,

I like the smell of

my nana`s medium sized kitchen just after she has finished baking,

new spring daffidols,

dad`s smellie,

I like the taste of

the sour lemon fresh from the green tree,

my mum`s berry and mango smothie,

The sweet chocolate cake straight from the warm oven,

I like to feel

Daisy`s fluffy white fur,

the hard cover of a book,

the cold wind going through my hair.

My Senses Poem     by Travis Wise

I like to watch

my dog on his smooth back rolling down the hills,

the hot sun going down at night time,

the motorbikes racing  around. 

     I like  to listen to

     my dog barking at birds,

     people talking all the time,

     popcorn popping in the pan.                

    I like smell of

    fish cooking on a  cold day,

    hot chocolate and warm soup,

    of gel pens.

    I like the taste

    chocolate chipy biscuits when they come out of the oven,      

     sour and sugary lollies in my mouth,

     caramel chocolte when it melts in my mouth.

I like to feel

hard  bricks breaking down,

cold ice,

wet cold wood.

My Senses Poem

My senses Poem    By Connor Gilliland

I like watching                                               

my dog playing in the snow and going through the hail,

the water crashing on the rocks,

the sun going down.

I like to listen to

my dog barking at the neighbour,

the birds chirping in the trees,

the water crashing on the window.

I like the smell of

the warm pie in the oven,

the smell of cow poo,

the hot coffee and the hot teapot

I like the taste of

a warm hot chocolate in a cup

salt and vinger chips

The cold ice cream

I like to feel

the soft black fur on my dogs back

The clean soft blankets on my bed

The soft wall

The hard floor.