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Thursday, 28 February 2019

My poems

Kitchen:
I love the smell of freshly baked muffins.
It feels nice to play with cookie dough.
I can hear the timer going off, the cookies are golden.
I can see the cake rising in the oven.
I can taste the chocolate in the muffins.

beach:
I can smell the salty sea water.
I taste the salty sea water when I come out of the water.
I hear the waves crashing onto the beach.
I see seagulls circling for some fish n chips.
I can feel the grainy sand on the bottom of my feet.

room:
I love the feeling of my soft pink rug on my feet.
I taste the stash of my lollies in my draw.
I smell the flavour grape fruit burst in my room.
I can hear you tube playing on my computer.
I can see my reflection in the mirror.

A place that is precious to you:
I feel the hot concrete on my feet, when I touch the Australian land.
I taste the melting ice-block.
I smell the burning fire in the hills.
I hear the birds chirping in the tree's.
I see the kangaroo's jumping in the countryside.