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.
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