<p>My Five Senses Poem</p><p>By Sophia</p><p>I hear the birds chirping,</p><p>I hear the dew in the grass</p><p>I hear a squirrel climb up a tree,</p><p>I hear the deer jumping,</p><p>I hear the crows talk,</p><p>I hear the bugs chew</p><p>On the wood.</p><p>I see the birds flying</p><p>I see the dew on the grass</p><p>I see a squirrel collecting acorns,</p><p>I see the deer jumping</p><p>I see the crows feed their young</p><p>I see the bugs crawing,</p><p>On the wood. I smell the birds’ clean nest,</p><p>I smell the dew on the fresh cut grass,</p><p>I smell the acorns for the squirrels in the fall,</p><p>I smell the mother deer’s scent, so does her fawn,</p><p>I smell the crow’s dead animal breath,</p><p>I smell the bugs slime as they crawl</p><p>On the wood.</p><p>I feel birds nest move as they are chirping</p><p>I feel the wet dew in the morning grass</p><p>I feel the squirrel’s tail wind as it climbs up a tree,</p><p>I feel the deer’s strength as it jumps away,</p><p>I feel the crows tone as they crow</p><p>I feel the bugs slithering</p><p>On the wood.</p><p>I taste the sweet water for the humming birds,</p><p>I taste the dew’s moisture on the dandy lion</p><p>I taste the acorns that the squirrels left behind,</p><p>I taste the corn before I feed it to the deer,</p><p>I taste the blackness of the crows as they fly by,</p><p>I don’t want to taste the bugs slime left</p><p>On the wood. </p>