Wednesday, 6 April 2016

Where do I come from

The sea crawling quietly onto the tips of my toes.

Rocks tripping me up, lying on the ground like sleeping lions.

Boats tumbling around on the sea dancing to the beat of the music.

Trees standing tall looking proud and healthy.

2 comments:

  1. Similes are very descriptive and explains the story very well.

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  2. Good good Larson I liked that story

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