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Lindisfarne TAS 7015
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Poetry by 4A

Grade 4A celebrated World Poetry Day on Thursday 21st march by writing their own sensory poems. We hope you enjoy these ones!

Bribie Island

I feel the heat colliding with my skin, the hot bitumen warming my toes.

I see a bluebottle ant running across the sand but it’s the

least of my woes.

I hear the waves crashing powerfully against the land.

I taste the salt from the sea ahead of me, the white foam hitting the sand.

I smell the fresh beach air flowing through my lungs;

I completely love Bribe Island and it tops my favourite ‘funs’.

By Lachlan Szczerbanik

Windermere

I feel the grit of the dusty dirt between my fingers.

I hear horses neighing to say “Hello” as I walk past.

I smell the wheat in my horse’s bag of delicious hay.

I taste the fur in my mouth as I brush my horse free of dust.

I see horses prancing about in their paddock with their riders on their back.

I absolutely love horses as you can see in my enormous grin.

By Addison Dobie 

 

Fiji

I smell the fresh yummy breakfast buffet

I feel the sticky hot air today

I hear the splashes in the pool

I see jewels that are very cool

I taste slushies at the slushy bar

I love Fiji ‘cause it’s hot and we don’t need a car.

By Charlotte Wilson

 

Shotput

I smell the tart smell of metallic gold hit the ground.

I feel the hard pavement where my shoes sit.

I hear the crowd go wild.

I taste the sweet ice cream that sits in my mouth.

I see my red ball soar through the sky.

I absolutely love shotput, you can tell by my big smile.

By Joshua Green

My Garden

I feel the green grass slipping through my toes as I dance on the wet, clean grass.

I smell the smell of roses, daisies and daffodils as they fill they air.

I taste the juicy green apples freshly picked from the apple tree.

I see the wallabies jumping and hopping around in our garden.

I hear the birds tweeting a happy tune as the morning passes by.

As I walk around my garden I feel, smell, taste, see and hear all these things and that’s why I love my garden!

By Meara Cleary