When the fire started, I could see burning, smoky flames,
When the flames grew taller, I could hear people's feet scrambling over the burnt leaves.
When the fire began to spread, I could smell thick, smoky, grey smoke.
When the fire went out of control, I could taste rotten flesh.
When the fire stopped, I could feel the new glorious homes made of stone and brick.
by Amelie Pearson (7)
St. George's CE Primary School, Stockport
Competition - Sense Poetry
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