The Senses Of The City – By Steph

The Senses Of The City

I walked into the city,

with my head held high,

And I saw all the buildings,

up in the blue sky.

I smelt the gas,

coming from all the cars,

I also smelt the flowers,

they were sitting in a vase.

I heard the ringing bells,

at the time of voting,

And I heard the busy workers taking calls,

and they were clearly gloating!

My arms were straining as I picked up the bowling ball,

It was so heavy that it nearly made me fall!

Three days camp in the city,

Now we have to leave, what a pity.