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.