The Smell Collector
WALT write entertaining poems
We will know we can do this when:
- meaning - focus on one sense
- four lines per verse
- rhyme (2nd & 4th line)
- beginning and ending
A stranger called bob
Dressed in blue and black
Put every smell into a bag
And carried them in a sack
The smell of the dirty hay
The smell of fire burning
smells are all around us
as long as the word is turning
I can smell the beautiful flowers
and the freshly mown grass
The rain on the hot concrete
And also on the glass
The smell of the dinner cooking
the bath bubbles getting ready
the wet dog running in
I try to hold her steady
The smell of the dishes washing
the coffee on the table
the hot potatoes cooking
smells don’t have a label
A stranger called Bob
he didn’t leave the smell
he took them all away
life will never be well.
By Rosemary