Leeds City Centre - half an hour from my home

I see many different faces  

    As they pass me in the street;

And some smiles upon the faces  

    Of the people whom I meet.


I can hear the rumbling traffic

    As it slowly passes by

And from down inside a pushchair

     I now hear a toddler cry.


I feel lost beside the thousands

   Who surge through the shopping mall,

With the constant noise of voices

    As they chat or sometimes bawl.


I smell coffee in the café

     And the smell of . . . .

                  ooooh!steak and chips -  mmm

But the taste which I love most of all

      Is when they reach my lips.


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By Josie Whitehead 

Senses Poems Skype Visits Down Town - Heading

So write down or discuss all the sights, sounds, smells and tastes which  you have experienced today.  Pershap you can add "touch" too.  



Do you recognize the metre I've used in my poem?  Anapaestic heptameter.

Don't you think that when you are walking through the city, you need a nice walking paced metre for your poem?   Yes, of course you do! Josie