Our sense poems about Lincoln

The sense of Lincoln by Corie

Lincoln, Lincoln, oh lovely old Lincoln

Where the birds dance in the sky,

The wind whispered as I walk past,

The snow is a freezing cold fridge,

It’s fantastic when the wind swiftly blows lovely air at you,

You walk on the rock hard path as your feet melt into the dirty sloppy mud,

The wind is so strong it was blowing me over

The clouds are black and the rain is smashing to the ground like wrecking balls

Lincoln, Lincoln, oh lovely old Lincoln

 

A sense of Lincoln  by Jamie

I can see the icy paths and the empty trees,

I can hear the wind whooshing and cars driving

I can feel the snow and the snow is as white as feathers   

I can small the fires that people have lit and the petrol from cars

 Lincoln, glorious Lincoln by Stefan

As you walk you can hear the sound of birds chirping in the air,

Rain falls and kisses my cheek,

Buses driving with their engines gushing with smoke,

Trees swishing side to side ,

Feel the wind blow through your hair, 

Water is rushing down the muddy streams it’s a dream,

Steam coming from the station, 

Eagles screaming like an engine,

Dogs growling while being woken up

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