Sensory Poem
By Brody H
Published 6 August 2021
I hear the wind whistling around, the stem.
I smell a mouldy smell.
I see a tall green figure.
I feel spikes as sharp as needles.
I taste crunchy and salty like chips.
It’s a cactus.
Published 6 August 2021
I hear the wind whistling around, the stem.
I smell a mouldy smell.
I see a tall green figure.
I feel spikes as sharp as needles.
I taste crunchy and salty like chips.
It’s a cactus.