Poetry competition 2010-11 – Winner (under 11 years category)

Sense Home by Stani Miles

I hear the wind blossoming around my large bricks,
even though I have no ears.
I smell tthe odour of people inside me,
even though I have no nose.
I taste the snow drifing around my fence,
even though I have no tongue.
I feel the lightning skinning my windows,
even though I have no hands.
I see the water dripping from my stainless steel taps,
even though I have no eyes.
I like having no senses.