Friday, September 2, 2016

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.

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1 comment:

  1. I like how you described the crowd eating hot chips.

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