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.