Sounds, Sights, And Smells Poem by Emma Alberts

The sound of a heart being broken
The sound of my tears falling from my eyes
The sound of the wind whistling through my hair
The sound that always makes me cry

The sight of a movement, not seen by others
The sight of my voice floating through the air
The sight of the sun, out of light and warmth
The sight that leaves my mind bare

The smell of a soldier coming home
The smell of my mistakes bundled up
The smell of the scientists thinking
The smell that breaks the cup

(P.S. Most of these don't make sense, but that's the point... Just in case any of you are wondering :))

(Winter 2008, Age 11, Wisconsin)