Room Five has written some amazing senses poems about the storm that happened last night. This is my poem:
I see the trees collapsing, blocking the street.
I hear the wind howling outside.
I smell the smoke coming from the chimney.
I taste the crisp air coming from the crack underneath the door.
I touch my snugly blankets covering me and keeping me warm.
I lye in silence feeling tired and scared slowly drifting to sleep.
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