Five Little Senses

by Anon
Five little senses are what I need,
To use when things are near.
I use my eyes to look and see.
I use my ears to hear.
I use my nose to smell things.
I use my hands to touch.
I use my mouth to taste
The things I love to eat so much.
Five little senses standing in a row,
To see, hear, smell, touch and taste
The things I need to know.
Taken from http://w4.nkcsd.k12.mo.us/~rbeckett/The%20Five%20Senses.htm
Unit 1:Before beginning Day 1

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 First Dog on the Moon
by David Orme
‘Hi there,
First Dog on the Moon,
How do you feel?’

Like nothing on Earth.

‘Yes, but can you taste anything up there?’

Bones so cold and dry

They bite my tongue.

‘That’s great, First Dog on the Moon.

Now what can you smell?’

Fear of the things hiding in

hard shadows.

‘OK, OK, so what can you see?’

Long dead forests,

Broken winds in empty streets,
Things,
Shadows.

‘So what are you going to do next,

First Dog on the Moon?’

Sit and howl at the Earth.

Taken from: Sensational! page 20

Unit 1: Day 1: Input

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 Dog on the Moon

Unit 1: Day 1: Activity

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 Five Haiku about the Senses
By David Bateman

Grey-pink in the dawn

sitting like far distant cloud:
a new mountain range.

From a long distance

even my father’s cooking
smells a bit like food.

After the dentist’s

I spoon soup into my mouth –
or mostly my mouth.

‘Easy listening’
my father calls his music.
We all disagree.

Panting on my bike
the autumn rain in my mouth
tastes of the winter.

Taken from: Sensational! page 24

Unit 1: Day 2: Input

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 because
big elephants can always understand small elephants

Unit 1: Day 2: Example for Activity

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 Five Haiku about the Senses
By David Bateman

Grey-pink in the dawn What words do you like the most?

sitting like far distant cloud: Share you ideas with your partner.
a new mountain range.

From a long distance

even my father’s cooking
smells a bit like food.
Which sense does the poet
After the dentist’s describe in each haiku?
I spoon soup into my mouth –
or mostly my mouth. Give evidence for your ideas.
‘Easy listening’
my father calls his music.
We all disagree. Which is your favourite haiku?
Panting on my bike Use because to explain why you
the autumn rain in my mouth
tastes of the winter.
have chosen it.
Taken from: Sensational! page 24

Unit 1: Day 2: Activity

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 A Sense-less Poem
by Carey Blyton

I’m having trouble with my ears –

they do not see so well.
My eyes are also failing fast –
they’ve lost their sense of smell.
My nose has lost its power of speech,
my tongue, its sense of touch;
alas, your sympathy’s in vain –
my hands can’t hear you much
Taken from: Sensational! page 30
Unit 1: Day 3: Input

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 My Uncommon Senses
by David Bateman
I touch the taste
And I taste the sound.
Today my senses are
The wrong way round.

I can see the smell

I can hear the view.
Today my senses
Are all askew.
So I hear how you feel
And I smell what you say.
My senses are really
Quite strange today.
Taken from: Sensational! page 30
Unit 1: Day 3: Input

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 Another Sensational Day
By Andrew Fusek Peters

The roar of parents,

A curse of clocks;
Tinkle of toilets,
Shrugging on socks.

The flop of cereal,

Pop song of toast;
Hurdling buses,
The bell’s mad boast.

The jam of lessons,

As hours overtake;
The theft of daydreams,
The scent of break.

A rush-hour of shoes,
The dawdle of light,
A gaggle of gossip
Summoning night.

Excuses for homework,

The glue of the box,
A sinking of pillows…

The curse of clocks.

Taken from: Sensational! page 5

Unit 1: Day 4: Input

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