I see a signal meaning to go <br />I see a field where people play <br />I see the grass needing a mow <br />I see the seaweed in the bay <br /> <br />I hear the forest sounds of life <br />I hear the croaking of a toad <br />I hear the loud shouting from strife <br />I hear the beeps of matrix code <br /> <br />I taste the bitter of a lime <br />I taste the freshness burn of mint <br />I taste the spicy dots of thyme <br />I taste sour that makes me squint <br /> <br />I smell aroma of cut pine <br />I smell rich potent olive oil <br />I smell young grapes throughout the vine <br />I smell aged food about to spoil <br /> <br />I feel roughness of lizard skin <br />I feel pain from a cactus thorn <br />I feel split pea soup down my chin <br />I feel sharpness from stalks of corn <br /> <br />Five senses of the color green <br />From sound, taste, smell, touch and things scene<br /><br />Paul Celano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-senses-of-green/
