Senses Poems

By Josie Whitehead

Manicured Hands
Giving a Hand
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By Josie Whitehead

Sense of Touch (A)

What can you feel? Is it hot? Perhaps cold?
Is it wet, is it soft, or hard metal, like gold?
    Is it wet like the water that comes from the tap?
    'No, it's hard and it hurts!  You gave me a slap.'

Your skin is kept soft from the oil in your glands.
Am I correct?  Well then, just feel your hands.
      It's little blood cells that look after your skin
      They live in your dermis quite deep down within.

As well as the blood cells, you've hundreds of nerves.
They never stop working and it's you that they serve.
    They convey to your brain all that which you feel:
    Some things are pleasant - some cause you to squeal.

You must protect babies who yet have to learn
Which things are safe, and which things will burn.
     Our poor little brains have to take in so much,
     But one thing that helps is our good sense of touch.

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Illustrations by Nicole Geast


This poem was chosen by teachers and children in many school and was published in 2010 by AMS Educational, Leeds.  It is out of publication at the moment.  I hope it is useful for your class.  Josie