Senses Poem

Super Rugby

I see  His Big foot hanging in my face.

I smell   Hot chips from the wicked crowd.

I hear  The crowd yelling their heads off  saying "Get him down chiefs!"

I feel  The  rumble from the running feet .

I taste   The dirt mushed up in my mouth.

I think   I should have tackled him over.

                                                                                                                                            

Cinqain Poem