Sensory Poem
By Phoebe M
Published 6 August 2021
I hear the roses blowing in the breeze.
I smell roses, they smell like perfume.
I see a rose with a bee on it I feel a rose on my cheek.
I taste fresh bananas.
It’s a rose.
Published 6 August 2021
I hear the roses blowing in the breeze.
I smell roses, they smell like perfume.
I see a rose with a bee on it I feel a rose on my cheek.
I taste fresh bananas.
It’s a rose.