Tuesday, 1 December 2015

My poem

I look at the shells being pushed onto shore.
I was having fun while boogie boarding. The waves are dumping me on the sand sometimes.
I see my dad getting closer and closer as I go to shore.
I say to my dad, “that was fun.”
I see people making sand castles and some abandoned sand castles.  
It is a good day for swimming, surfing and boogie boarding.

The end

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