Summer Senses

Sweat trickles, sticky shirt
Hot air sears nostrils,
Shimmering fried yellow hills in distance,
Cicadas, a thousand chirps pressing in,
Relief, cool ice-water laughs down my throat.









Form I followed here:
Line 1: Touch - Feel
Line 2: Smell
Line 3: See
Line 4: Hear
Line 5: Taste

Success Criteria:
  • Have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed.
  • Place in the poem strong thoughts about the topic
  • Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft.
  • I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s.
  • I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus.
  • I can use and credit Creative Commons images.

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