The eyes are to see:
A ribbon of light,
A darkened cave,
A windswept tree,
A peculiar night,
An open grave,
An empty alley,
All are things
The eyes can see.
The ears are to hear:
A blackbird’s caw,
A splatter of rain
A wild north wind,
A creaky see-saw,
A sound of pain,
A whistling whirlwind,
All are things
Ears listen for.
The nose is to smell:
Crisp bacon fry,
A spice-cake hot,
A cherry pie,
Steak and kidney pie,
A mouth-watering stump pot,
A scrumptious potpie,
All are things
A nose is for.
The tongue is to taste:
Water that’s cold,
Hot buttered bread,
Sausage fried,
A freezy ice-cold,
Warm shortbread,
Peaches dried,
All are things
The tongue can taste.
The Senses are to use,
And not to abuse.
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PoetryA collection of stories, and poems that I have written in the past or have recently written. Copy Rights to @daretodream_98
