The Sensory Box Poem by Angela Wybrow

In my box, I would put:

The softness of my late Aunt's cheeks, as we greeted each other;
The welcome coolness of Baby Plum tomatoes, straight from the fridge, in summer.
The comforting warmth of a crusty baguette, served straight from the oven;
The happy chatter of my two, beautiful budgies;
The rich, resonant, throaty, mellow sound of a bassoon, making music;
The sharp, tangy, comforting taste of a rhubarb crumble, fresh from the oven;
The high-pitched shrieks of Swallows, in summer, and the sight of them darting and diving;
The sight, and rhythmic sound, of gentle waves, lapping, lazily against a sun-kissed, sandy shore;
The exciting, uplifting, attention-grabbing, sound of a steam tug whistle, filling the air;
The joyous, jolly, musical sound of an ice-cream van, arriving in our road;
The adorable, light layer of fuzziness, on the skin of a peach;
The raucous cries of seagulls, reminding me of sunny days, spent at the seaside;
The joyous sight and sounds, of a fairground carousel, set in motion;
The warm, comforting, spicy, slightly sweet taste of cinnamon, as it touches my taste buds.

The list is endless, I am pretty sure,
But, these are just some of the things,
Plus, many, many, many more!