Well done to Harry S in Apple class, who has worked really hard to edit and improve his senses poem about working in a Victorian mine. We used ideas from our visit to the mine at Morwellham, as well as reading other poems and a diary.
Here it is:
I can see a flickering candle.
I can feel water dripping down on my head.
I can hear the huge wagons rattle, rattle, rattle.
I can see a little door at the end of the mine.
I can smell damp clothes on me.