Five senses poem by Kate

                                                                  
I hate the taste of peanut butter smoothie 
bubbling on my taste buds.

I hate the smell of rubbish
floating through the air.

I hate the feel of grapes
mushing in my mouth.

I hate the sound of rain
saturating the concrete.

I hate the look of blood
exploding out of me.

Five Senses by Oceania

I like the taste of ice cream

zooming down my throat.

I like the smell of chocolate

booming out of a cake tin.

I like the feel of soft playdoh

masssage my fingers.

I like the sound of singing 

swishing sweeting through the air.

I like the look of a waterfall

speeding down the rocks.

Five Senses By Arlo

I like the taste of cupcakes

digging into my teeth.

I like the smell of fresh books

cuddling up my nose.

I like the smell of fresh grass

smooching my soggy feet.

I like the sound of the Beatles.

jiving in my ears

I like the look of The Simpsons

roaring in my mind.

Holiday snapshot by Will B

The mountains towered above me and the sea stretched as far as the eye could see. I could feel the wind whipping and howling around my cold dry face. I could feel the flat, cold and green grass getting crushed beneath my feet. All of the rocks that had already been scattered were thumping down the steep hill.  

Five Senses by Luka

I like the taste of spaghetti
flipping in my mouth. 

  

I like the smell of fire 
flowing in my nose.

I like the sound of the waves 
crashing on the sand. 

I like the look of an exciting lego box 
waiting on the shelf. 

I like the feel of my warm bed
cuddling me as I sleep.

Five Senses by Josh

I like the taste of chocolate 

dissolving in my mouth.

I like the smell of bread 

crumbling on my plate.

I like the feel of cats 

cuddling my hand.

I like the look of the sun 
shining in my eyes.

I like the sound of music

dancing in my ears.

Five senses by Eli

I like the taste of cheesecake 

crumbling in my mouth.

I like the smell of gas 

oozing into the car window.

I like the feel of my brothers soft cheeks 

stroking my hands.

I like the sound of my favorite song 

bursting out my headphones.

I like the look of the sunset

booming with an orange sky.

Surfing Snapshot By Oska

The sticky board under my feet sliced through the surge, throwing up spray as white as snow. The sound of booming waves against the rocks echoed  through my head. I felt the strong tugging flow of the rushing water. The transparent water is as clear as a crystal, I can see my cousins through the wave. I felt my heartbeat in my chest pounding against my ribs. The stickiness of the wax is like glue keeping my feet on the board. I trust the wax to keep me put.

Cricket by Aum

The tennis ball came to me at full force while I struggled to position my bat at the perfect position for lofting the ball. I heard the wind struggling through the grass and people whispering in the house behind me...The ball spun like it was dodging my thick bat. The wind was shouting like the collision of two waves. I moved my bat but it was too late. It skimmed the shining bails of the grand plastic wicket and it was over.

Vietnam by Nina

Lights flashed and sunburned tourists hopped across the road talking and pointing at the sights. Endless rows of scooters rushed past me, their horns beeping all the time. Locals bellowed at me from the crowded sidewalk trying to sell motorbikes and fans even through they could see I was in the middle of a busy road trying to get across.  Hot, sweaty and nervous, I thought over and over of the one rule of crossing the road for tourists in Veitnam. Keep on walking. Wind,caused by the scooters, swished around me.  Hundreds of them sped past, leaving me behind as I looked on in pure amazement. 

By Nina

Bike Ride

I went on a bike ride with my friend down the drenched, vivid-black road with cars rushing across it. I could see people storming into shops. I could hear the bike’s tyres spinning around like a roulette wheel. The rain was pressing against me and splashes of water dampened my shorts like a powerful wave.

By Toby.

Holiday snapshot by james

I heard the stones crackling while I was running on them. The plants were swishing in the wind as I ran towards the tents at the finish line. I felt really pumped up. I sort of felt like I was going to lose.

 BY JAMES

Holiday Snapshot By Maddy

The colourful blinding lights flashed numerously from the side of the ice rink. The music playing in the background whistled in and out of my ears. People stammered and fell to the freezing, hard, wet ice, that’s how my gloves got all damp and cold. There was a limbo. I lay on my dry back and slipped through while rain was splattering on the roof.

By Maddy B.

My holiday snapshot by Hunter

I saw branches one by one,  

Yet roots hang down among.

I see a spider bright, deadly and small,

The tree I swing from the spider crawls.

I feel as if I was losing grip,

As if I was about to slip.

I swing from vine to vine,

Feeling like Tarzan yet I hear my brother whine.

I hear people saying “ahhhh”,

And I hear my brother saying “ta” for a banana .

I hear roots breaking,

Then I see people having fun and making.

My Holiday Snapshot by Jakob

I was freaked out. Everyone was screaming. I could see Wayne and Dylan looking up at me suspiciously. The voice of superman filled the half pipe.The metal seat belt of the roller coaster was locked in place. I could see the rest of movie world towered in front of me.