The smell collector

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