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
