Touching Our Senses

Last week, during our third sessions, Shoesmith 4th graders continued to massage their senses and reflections to write poems about colors and memories. Enjoy a sampling, here:

Ms. Lehner
4th Grade – Group 1

Steven S.

I can’t forget about the day
February 18, 2021, the first time I ate hibachi
it tasted very great
I heard the fire popping
I saw flames coming up

I can’t forget about the day
February 18, 2021, the day I ate hibachi
I loved it
the taste was very great
I heard the fire popping
it was cool
I loved how they shot the broccoli
in my mouth
I heard my family talking
and people talking

the first time I ate hibachi.

Waking Up
by Jayden A.

I’m waking up to the smell of
chocolate chip pancakes
I sit on my bed for a
second as the taste of chocolate
sits on my tongue.
I know that the day will be a
great one.
I feel the bass drumbeat
echo in my ears
as I walk to the kitchen
I have no fear.
It is me and my pancakes
Mom can tell my mouth
is watering.
Please bring me my plate.

How can I snooze on this cruise
by Jackie S.

It was my first time on this cruise
I saw the blue sea
while I was drinking my tea
I was at the pool
and it was very cool

I touched the hot sand
I heard the the beautiful seagulls
Me and my family went down to the main part
of the cruise for trivia.

Ms. Lehner
4th Grade – Group

By Tatiana H.

Red is the sight if
the sun setting
Red is the sound of
working together
Red is the smell of roses
Red tastes of watermelon
Red is the touch of hugging
Red is the feeling of
love. Red is the color on a
Kwanzaa candle.

King M.

I see a blue jay flying
past my window
I hear a song that is
about a blue kid always having luck
I smell blueberry muffins
and I taste the blue flavor
in the muffins
I touch a blue lily
in the grass
I feel blue when I get hurt.

The Color White
by Ka’layla D.

White is the color of a blank sheet
of paper, diamonds, or a clear white

White is the sound of Arecus in steel form

White is the smell of a powdered
donut, a fresh sheet of paper, or a clear
path day

White is the taste of a powdered
honey bun, the cream in an Oreo, or alfredo

White is rough, smooth, oh, and don’t forget
crummy. it’s soft, too

White is the form of warmth and happiness.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.