Our winter

We wrote some sense poems and descriptions about our Winter experiences. We focused on interesting vocabulary and adjectives to help the reader experience what our senses experience in Winter. 

I can see bare trees with no delicate leaves as they have disappeared into thin air. 

I can hear absolutely nothing but a few children chattering to each other and my own feet treading lightly on the hard concrete path. 

I taste creamy hot chocolate burning my hot tongue. I smell a delicious, tempting roast chicken with a tender middle. 

I feel the brisk wind nipping my skin harshly. 

By Mika

I see white fluffy snow like cotton and thick fog like a blanket. 

I hear jingly icicles, chirping birds and a splash of puddles. 

I smell the scent of baking, noodles and damp air through the house. 

I taste pumpkin and chicken soup, hot chocolate and cookies. 

I feel my warm blanket around me when I am freezing and cold. 

By Veronica 

The white fluffy snow looks like a lot of cotton balls stuck together. 

The sinking of the snowy foot prints makes a sound of 'poof, poof' on each foot step. 

I cant resist the smell of my mum's corn soup. 

I can taste the damp air and going down my throat. 

I can feel the freezing air sucking up my warmth. 

By Anne 

I see thick fog like a blanket sitting on my backyard and rain like a flood is going to come. 

I hear birds chirping loudly as the alarm clock from my bedroom, car engines coming from the road outside my house. 

I smell the scent of hot chocolate spreading through the house. Breakfast for us, spreading butter on the toast. 

I taste pumpkin soup spreading through my mouth and crunchy cookies with chocolate chips on top. 

I feel warmth sliding down my throat as I drink warm fluffy milk and coldness freezing my hands. 

By Mone

I see thick fog like a blanket. 

I hear jingly icicles, chirping birds and splashing puddles. 

I smell chicken soup and the scent of hot chocolate running to my nose. 

When I wake up, I taste the noodle soup my sister is making. 

I feel the cold fluffy snow going in my window and onto my face. 

By Maia

I see thick fog like a blanket of fluff floating 

I hear crashing rain drops dropping on the deck as I walk outside. 

I smell burning sausages on the barbecue ready to eat, nice and hot. 

I taste the cold air slowly going in and out of my mouth. 

I feel freezing as I hop into bed with my warm fluffy blanket wrapped around me cosy and warm. 

By Molly