My Five Senses

My Five Senses (in first grade) At Jefferson was my first grade, and so much was appealing. My senses were reeling because of new things I was feeling. My teacher taught great songs to sing. Such a honeyed voice had she! I’d raise my hand up just to hear her dulcetly call on me. At recess time we’d go outside, and there was a boy out there. His face was so cute, I’d just wait. . . When he looked away, I’d stare. Those times that we created art, we used a big jar of paste. When no one saw, I’d eat a glob of it! I enjoyed its taste! When lunch time came, we went to the cafeteria; my nose delighted in the smell of foods which on the air round us rose. That boy I saw on the playground. How I longed to touch his hand. Years passed; another held my hand - that touch a sensation grand. Some things that pleased my senses then are gone, yet I still recall how wonderful they made me feel and how much I loved them all. Aug 9, 2018 for Viv Wigley's Five Senses Poetry Contest