Arcade (Sense Poem)
Arcade
by
James
I can feel the sweat on my
face.
I can hear the games making noises.
I see someone getting mad.
I feel the chill go down my
spine.
I ask my dad if we can
leave.
He says
yes.
*** This is my favorite
poem. I did something like it last year so I did it again. When I first knew
that we had to make a sense poem, I thought "not this
again."
Then I saw how much fun it
was.
Posted: Thu - December
2, 2004 at 09:30 AM
