Sensory Land

Barefoot, The warm mud molds my feet.

• see
• hear
• touch
• taste

Tags

CCSS.L.4.5

CCSS.L.5.5

CCSS.L.6.5

CCSS.L.7.5

CCSS.L.8.5

The aroma of freshly baked Indian bread filled the air. 

• hear
• touch
• see
• smell

Tags

CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4

The sun gleamed as bright as a lamp.

• smell
• touch
• taste
• see

Tags

CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4

The storm turned the shadows blacker than black

• smell
• taste
• see
• touch

Tags

CCSS.L.4.5

CCSS.L.5.5

CCSS.L.6.5

CCSS.L.7.5

CCSS.L.8.5

She spoke of fruit so sugary.

• smell
• taste
• touch
• hear

Tags

CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4

My brush strolled across the old woman's dry brittle hair.

• see
• smell
• touch
• taste

Tags

CCSS.RI.3.4

CCSS.RL.3.4

CCSS.RI.2.4

CCSS.RI.4.4

CCSS.RL.4.4

I headed directly for the flower department, where I spotted yellow tulips

• see
• touch
• hear
• smell

Tags

CCSS.RI.3.4

CCSS.RL.3.4

CCSS.RI.2.4

CCSS.RI.4.4

CCSS.RL.4.4

By mistake, I grabbed a pink sticky mound of gum from under the table. 

• hear
• taste
• smell
• touch

Tags

CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4

Mrs. Olander's heels clicked and clattered as she headed toward our classroom. 

• smell
• taste 
• hear
• touch

Tags

CCSS.RI.3.4

CCSS.RL.3.4

CCSS.RI.4.4

CCSS.RL.4.4

CCSS.RL.2.4

Mrs. Crab's sweet perfume lingered in the room after her exit. 

• smell
• taste
• hear 
• touch

Tags

CCSS.RI.3.4

CCSS.RL.3.4

CCSS.RI.2.4

CCSS.RI.4.4

CCSS.RL.2.4