Rose's Cross Country Sense Poem

I can see my mum clapping and cheering, encouraging me to run faster. I can hear the engine of cars racing faster than me. I can feel my legs; tired, weak, but determined. I can smell the hot sweat dripping down my cheeks. I can taste my saliva swishing in my mouth. By Rose

Ruby's Cross Country Sense Poem

I can see Kaia speeding in front of me as I run up the steep hill. It feels like I am climbing a never ending staircase. I can hear children puffing while they are racing towards the loud, excited crowd. I can feel my strong legs pushing me up the towering hill on Hillcrest Ave. I can smell sweaty kids in their hot, sticky sports uniform. I can taste the dry air inside my tired mouth because all my saliva is gone! By Ruby

Benjamin's Cross Country Sense Poem

I can see bright, green grass underneath my feet. I can hear my heart beating like an elephant stamping. I can feel my body getting tired and sore. I can smell my sweat dribbling down my face. I can taste the saliva drying up in my mouth. By Benjamin

Joseph's Cross Country Sense Poem

I can see cars zooming past me as I run up Hillcrest Ave. I can hear kids and parents cheering for me and encouraging me to go faster. I can feel my legs getting slower and slower. I can smell the fresh air reminding me of nature. I can taste the hot sweat sliding down from my head. By Joseph