The Taste Collector

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The Taste Collector

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in white and grey

Put every taste into a bag

And threw them away.

The taste of the lollie

The taste of the corn

The  roughness of the candy

The taste of the prawn

The taste of the pasta

The taste of the flake

The taste of the end of my pencil

The taste of the baking

The taste of the pork

The niceness of the chip

The taste of the smoothie

the taste of the dip

The taste  of the raindrops

The taste of the pineapple

The taste of the kiwifruit

The taste of the juicy apple

A stranger called this morning

Her name was Dame

Left us with no taste

Life will never be the same

Tracey Ludeman

Soccer Ball Poem

I am a soccer ball

I am able to roll on the ground and be kicked

I am happy when you play with me and kick me

I DO NOT like it when you leave me outside I get really dirty

I wish you would always play with me

I am always lonely I need a friend

I would like to tell my owner to clean all the time cause I always dirty.

  

By Tracey

Cat poem

My Cat by Tracey from Room16 Parkvale on Vimeo.

This is my cat poem 
Cats 
camouflaging cats 
sleep and still
purring at patterns 
pounce on predator
running and racing
Cats



  


  

My first motorbike

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This is my poem here 

I have always been lucky

When I was 5 I got my

first motorbike that was red

and it was called Sally.

I rode it every weekend I never left it.

I would always go outside and wash

my motorbike every day even if it was

sparkly clean.

When I ride my motorbike and

go fast  it feels like I’m flying in the sky.

When I ride my motorbike

and I pass another person on

there motorbike

I feel excited.

When I had Sally

my cousin had the same bike as me

but his was called lightning McQueen

because we always watched lightning McQueen in our bus.

              I still love that motor bike

Here is the recording for my poem