My Place
Waimarama beach house.
Waves crashing,
Wind blowing,
People strolling
The sound of the soft waves hitting the sand makes you tired.
Birds chirping
That's my place
Waves soothe you to sleep when you go to bed.
Sand as gold as a two dollar coin.
That's my place.
Beach cricket and beach rugby everywhere.
No devices to be seen.
That's my place.
Small creatures adventuring through the sea.
And that's my place.
I remember doing this last year
ReplyDeleteNice work!
I like your poem because It is very describtive
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