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Monday, 28 August 2017

9English-Poem

I feel the warm summer sand burying my legs, I feel the scorching sun covering my body. I hear the crashing waves violently roaring against the shore, I hear the squawking seagulls fighting above me. This is the Beach

1 comment:

  1. Cameron
    That's a nice wee poem. I like your appeals to the senses. How could you have appealed to more senses? For example, what does it smell like? Taste like? Great work.

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