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1 Carle'sSeasonal Senses
A book of poetry
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Spring
Spring by Darcie
With my mouth I taste scrumptious Easter eggs at my Easter party.
With my ears I hear sweet birds tweeting in their nest made out of twigs.
With my eyes I see cute newborn animals at the farm.
With my nose I smell yummy hot cross buns baking in the oven.
With my hands I touch pretty colourful flowers.
That is spring to me!
With my mouth I taste scrumptious Easter eggs at my Easter party.
With my ears I hear sweet birds tweeting in their nest made out of twigs.
With my eyes I see cute newborn animals at the farm.
With my nose I smell yummy hot cross buns baking in the oven.
With my hands I touch pretty colourful flowers.
That is spring to me!
Spring by Chayil
With my mouth I taste yummy ,tasty ice-cream.
With my ears I hear fluffy ,little ,yellow chicks cheeping with mum.
With my eyes I see a colourful , beautiful rainbow in the sky.
With my nose I smell delicious hot cross buns baking in the oven.
With my hands I feel a cute butterfly in the garden.
That is spring to me!
With my mouth I taste yummy ,tasty ice-cream.
With my ears I hear fluffy ,little ,yellow chicks cheeping with mum.
With my eyes I see a colourful , beautiful rainbow in the sky.
With my nose I smell delicious hot cross buns baking in the oven.
With my hands I feel a cute butterfly in the garden.
That is spring to me!
Spring by Michael
With my mouth I taste yummy chocolate eggs.
With my ears I hear soft leaves blowing in the wind.
With my eyes I see pink flower petals.
With my nose I smell fresh dark bluebells.
With my hands I feel bushy grass.
That is spring to me.
With my mouth I taste yummy chocolate eggs.
With my ears I hear soft leaves blowing in the wind.
With my eyes I see pink flower petals.
With my nose I smell fresh dark bluebells.
With my hands I feel bushy grass.
That is spring to me.
Spring by Maison.
With my eyes I see delicious Easter eggs all around my colourful house.
With my ears I hear the grey bunny hopping to my beautiful garden.
With my hands I feel the fluffy white lamb.
With my mouth I taste frosty ice lollies.
That is spring to me.
With my eyes I see delicious Easter eggs all around my colourful house.
With my ears I hear the grey bunny hopping to my beautiful garden.
With my hands I feel the fluffy white lamb.
With my mouth I taste frosty ice lollies.
That is spring to me.
