Maddi's emotion poem

Nerves are beige like a ocean of kids looking at you.

It tastes like a new sandwich your Mum made.

It smells like scones your 4 year old cousin made.

It looks like nervous smiles shared between you and your friend.

It sounds like Monique laughing when she shares her poem in front of the class.

It feels like a pat on the back after having the guts to share your poem in front of the class.

BY MADDI