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
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.
Cameron
ReplyDeleteThat'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.