The Non-Rhyming Poem

Today I looked at some of the comments on some of my posts. My sister Elizabeth hath requested my non rhyming poem for my english class so hear it is.

Sensory Poem

I feel...The exitement and the hard, uncomfortable chair

I smell...The sweat, the hot dogs, and popcorn

I taste...The taste of victory

I see...The court and the last second shot

I hear...The squeaking shoes, the final buzzer,

and the entire stadium cheering like a booming thunderstorm

Willie Petersen

11-29-07

Period 2