Newsboard poem

I can smell kari from Miss Rodrigues bag and it smells delicious.

I can feel the trees like it is going to shake like the volcano.

I can see the tree shaking like their having a crazy party.

I can taste chips and drinks in my mouth.

I can see people working like a family

I can hear my friends working like a house friends

I can see the birds flying like angles racing up to God.

My ears can hear Tangi say “its hot”.

I can smell perfume from Valenisia shirt.