# Poem #41: The Wall

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Poetry

#42 of Poetry

Sophmore year my English teacher took us outside, and told us to find two things and write a poem describing what we perceive about the things using the five senses. This is the other of the two poems.

_The Wall_

The wall is as warm   
As the fresh-baked cookies   
That our grandmothers' make;   
Yet the heat radiates,   
As if the wall is alive.

Rough as sandpaper, that is slowly   
Tearing and clawing the skin as   
A cat does your furniture;   
Coarse as a farmer's hands   
After a long days work.

A farmer's open field   
To be seen:   
Colored like that   
Of an aged book,   
Not yet eaten by its own age.

~bhscorch

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